“Fen shook his head and soaped up his hands. “You humans are very strange, mate.” Fen tipped his head. “I saw this video that showed women being tortured.”Jeff sobered. “What?”“They were submitting voluntarily too.”Jeff immediately relaxed as Fen’s hands ran over his body. “What were they doing?”“Getting something called a Brazilian...”

“Jesus, Jeff. What happened to your head? You look like you got attacked by a beaver.”

“Her hands stroked his head, pushed his wild, tangled red mane from his face. “Welcome back, love.Robin Goodfellow, Knight of Oberon and the most dangerous being on earth save one, sobbed like a broken child.”

“Soap. If you’re going to do that, we might as well kill two birds with one stone.”Fen’s brows furrowed. “Why would you want to do that? Arrows are much more accurate.”

“Simon told me I should take you home and start making kits. What do you think?” Max looked down at her, love and lust glowing equally in his brilliant smile. “Max?” “What?” His tone was wary; he’d come to expect the unexpected when she used that particular tone of voice. “Will I give birth to a baby or a litter?” “Emma,” he groaned. “I mean, will we be feeding them baby formula or Kitten Chow?” “Emma!” “If they get stuck in a tree, who do we call? Does the fire department do kitten rescues anymore? This is important stuff to know, Lion-O!” “God save me.”

“Hey, it's not like we were together for a hundred years or anything." He tapped his fingernail against his teeth and sucked in a breath. "No, wait.""If you don't knock it off I'm going to kick your ass so hard you'll fart everything you say.”

“I'd better pack my bikini, 'cause I'm going to hell. Michaela returned Robin's kiss with fervor, burying her hands in his rich, fiery hair.”