“They’ll recognize me.”
“Screw ’em!” Devlin had no problem taking someone down if they got obnoxious.
“I find that an acceptable approach,” Isobel clambered out of the boat. Except she didn’t clamber, she glided with a light step.
“You’re trained.”
“It’s called being an actress.”
He grabbed her wrist to inspect her hand for calluses, but she snapped it free with an easy twist. He caught the instinctive punch from her other fist, only inches from his solar plexus. Trained in more than acting.
“I’m sorry. You just surprised me,” Isobel eased back.
He let go of her carefully. “Remind me to wake you from a safe distance.”
“I’ve never taken down a man I was sleeping with.”
Devlin really didn’t need that image after a long day with her and went for the distraction of food.
“They’ve got
