She smirked. “You’re lying now, aren’t you?” she asked in reference to his delicate little flower comment. She didn’t believe him for one moment, especially when his hand rested on her hip. No, he certainly wasn’t a delicate little flower and neither was she. She made a surreptitious glance around to see if anyone was paying them any attention before letting her small hand move under the booth against the inside of his pants leg. That could be considered forward. “I assure you that I’m the real saint here,” she said as if she wasn’t doing a damn thing wrong. She was getting an adrenaline rush off this. She sort of liked it.