“Hey,” I said, putting a hand on his arm. It was a blatantly possessive gesture designed to let this woman know this one was taken.
“Hello, darlin’,” he answered. He brushed his lips along my cheek. The touch was so light, I wondered if I’d really felt it or imagined it. I did take a moment of satisfaction when the woman gave us both a look and went on inside the church. Trenton grinned at me. “That wasn’t nice, darlin’,” he teased me.
“What?” I asked innocently.
“She just wanted to know what time service started. I told her I didn’t know. And she asked the time.”
“Hmm. Well now she knows to ask someone else.”
Trenton smiled, his blue eyes gleaming. “My kitten has claws.”
I grinned. “And I won’t hesitate to scratch any woman who comes near my commanding officer.”
Trenton started to
