Miles just snorted at the horrific idea. "If he's a true Bletchley, he'll be taking a keen interest in girls the minute he realises exactly what they are good for. He won't want to be playing pirates with them forever." All this line of thinking was doing was making him realise he needed to get Liam playing with a better class of children. Marlowe was a good start. Pansy's little girl was a far better prospect than Millicent's annoying child.
"Oh I think your broom handling skills are just fine, darling." He smirked at the innuendo, remembering the day she first came into his shop.
Closing his eyes, he relaxed against her fingertips and moaned softly. "Now that is a fantastic idea." Pulling her close, he brought his lips to hers in a soft kiss. But just as quickly he looked away, thinking hard.
"If I ever think you're acting like your mother, I won't hesitate to hex you."