Bohannon had never seen anything like the getup she wore beneath her dress. Save for the sketched pictures in one of the catalogs in the shop for women's things in Meridian. He recalled that they were popular in Paris, or that had been what the shopkeeper had said.
Distracted by all the flesh on display, he had almost missed what she said. Almost. A slow smile touched his lips as he gently trailed his fingers over the biggest part of her stomach. "I'd say you're one fine woman Miss Sookie, get any better than you are now, and you just might stop a man's heart." He closed the distance between them, a shiver coursing through him at flesh contact. He had to chuckle at himself, before his lips found hers once more.