Page 144 of The Moment You Know

“Who?”

“Jamie Fraser.”

“Again, who?”

“From Outlander.”

“What’s Outlander?”

“You don’t know what Outlander is?”

“No. That’s why I’m asking.”

“Outlander.”

He didn’t know if she was repeating it because she thought he would suddenly know what it was, or if she was just fucking with him, but he decided enough was enough. “If you say Outlander one more time, you’re going to be sorry.”

Her eyes widened comically. “Sorry, how, tough guy?”

He narrowed his eyes and then very calmly grabbed her nearest ankle and pulled. Before she knew what was happening, he had her lower leg immobilized against his side, locked in place with his arm. Once that was done, he immediately started tickling the hell out of her foot—and since this wasn’t his first rodeo, he knew exactly where to focus his fingers.

Paige’s laughter cut off abruptly, replaced with near glass-shattering squeals.

He flinched, but instead of letting up, he doubled down.

“David, stop!”

Remembering how much she hated having a fingernail dragged down the middle of her sole, he did that several times, causing her to twitch and flail like she was being electrocuted.

“Stop!” she yelled.

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!”

“That’s not it.”

“You fucker!”

“That really isn’t it,” he told her.

She was starting to flop around and trying to kick at him with her free foot, which he easily blocked.

“Say the magic word and all this will end,” he said. “And the magic word isn’t Outlander.”

“I’m sorry!”

“What was that? Speak up.”

“I’m sorry!”

“That’s better. How sorry?”

“Very sorry!”

“I prefer really sorry.”

“I’m really sorry!”

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