Hazel eyes filled with mirth as she stroked his chest again then firmly pressed hers to it. "You naughty boy you," Demeter teased. "Don't tell me this is all research or I'm going to be heartbroken." He wrote romance novels; no wonder he was so good in bed... or was it the other way around? "I think I have a copy or two laying around in my luggage. Care to autograph them for me?"