“What’s going on?” he demanded.“The usual, old man,” I replied cheerily. “Danger, insane plans... you know, the stuff that runs in our family.”
“Seth laughed when he saw me.“Hey,” I said, poking him with my foot, “be nice.”“I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you look anything less than…” He paused, playing with word choice. “Well-planned.”“Why, you silver-tongued romantic devil. That is the look I usually go for. Other women go for sexy or chic or beautiful. But me? Well-planned all the way.”“You know what I mean. Besides, unplanned isn’t a bad look for you. Not bad at all.”His voice sounded deliciously low and dangerous, and something ignited between us as we held each other’s eyes.”
“You know, you still owe me pancakes. I think I could go for…apple cinnamon ones now. ““Apple cinnamon? You sure are demanding.”“It’s all right. I think you’re man enough for it.”“Thetis, if I actually believed you had either apples or cinnamon in your kitchen, I’d make them for you right now.”I didn’t answer. I was pretty sure I had some year-old Apple Jacks, but that was about it.”
“Same plan," agreed Dimitri. "You go to the house. You look less threatening.""Hey!"He smiled. "I said look.”
“Rose,” he said, forcibly trying to keep a serious tone, “I can think of many words to describe you, sexy and hot being at the top of the list. You know what’s not on the list? Sane.”
“I have to get back there." I said to Adrian. "Into that door."He arched an eyebrow. "What, like sneaking in? How very black ops of you. And oh, you know— dangerous and foolish.""I know." I said, surprised at how calm I sounded as I admitted that. "But I have to know something, and this may be my only chance.""Then I'll go with you in case that guy comes back," he said with a sigh. "Never let it be said Adrian Ivashkov doesn't help damsels in distress.”
“I don’t know how you do it. You aren’t even blond. I mean, maybe a little, but mostly you’re a brunette. I just don’t see guys going for that.”“Yeah, well, some people are into kinky stuff, I guess.”