“What in the name of a thousand ghouls were you doing in that miserable café?”

“What a strange sensation to have the ground under your feet shift unexpectedly. One moment rock solid, the next quivering.”

“What was the matter with her? She'd already decided she didn't want to make love with him, so why did she keep conjuring up erotic scenes from old sheikh movies? It must be the wine.”

“I plan to starve you into submission,' he growled, nuzzling her breast.”

“I don't want to spend my time rescuing you from awkward situations.”

“Damn the man.”

“He had to have her, he couldn't wait, the need throbbed through him hot and urgent. But here? On the wooden floor of his brother's gazebo?”