In greeting Marie punched Roarke hard in the stomach as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She had said she was going to punch his face but he would expect that. This way he was off guard and she was able to sink the punch home.
“Thank you for the firewhiskey,” Marie said taking it from Roarke’s hand with a grin and she started to walk down the hallway. “Come on, Roar. Keep up.”