Stan chuckled voicelessly at Millicent's description of Smith. Merlin's beard, he would never have picked a guy like Smith for her, but he wasn't going to get in her way if Smith was really what she wanted. "He'd have to be a right git or a complete poof not to notice you," he muttered, smiling sideways.
It felt good to be touched by her, but this time it was all about solidity, not sensuality. He was enjoying it until her confession, which left him clutching at her opposite arm in return, scared by the idea. "Don't say that," he insisted. "You got plenty and you don't step foot out there alone."