Page 10 of Simon Says

“None of my business.”

“What’s none of your business?”

“Have you…?” He didn’t finish the sentence.

“Had a romp with Sven?”

“Yeah. That.”

“No. Why would you think that?”

“Well, he seemed friendly and… interested.” Simon didn’t want to say that Sven was dripping with sex appeal because she might think he was more interested in same-sex sex.

“He’s no’ my taste.”

“What is your taste?”

She decided to go with the truth, but make it sound light, like a tease. “You. Of course.”

Simon smiled. “Excellent choice,” he said in Gaelic.

Her eyes widened. “Simon! You’re a surprise.”

“Hope so,” he said, again in Gaelic.

Her soft laughter made him feel alive in a tingly sort of lit up way, head to toe.

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