Marie stopped moving the moment Sebastian’s hand touched hers. She turned to look at him and listened carefully to his words. It had been a miscommunication between them that the letters sent back and forth did not help. “I’m sorry for insulting you over the hair clip,” Marie said because she could give in when she knew she was in the wrong.
Then Roarke was moving in, calling her an annoying little half pint, and kissing the top of her head. She wrapped an arm around Roarke’s waist with one arm as she kept hold of Sebastian’s hand with the other. “Are you trying to leave us alone? We clearly don’t function well on our own. We would probably end up killing each other. You brought us together, Roar, you can’t leave.”