Rosie couldn't help but laugh out at him. Was he trying to be funny? "Trust me. I have no love to speak of." She certainly didn't consider James a 'love'. They just shagged every so often.
She watched his eyes intently as he read the cards he dealt for her. "Changes?" She arched a brow. "What sorts of changes?" She didn't particularly like hearing that. She ran the pub just like her father did, who did just like his father. Of course she added a side business, but she didn't think it effected the pub much.