”Mmm,” Alicia chuckled, picking up her massage of Adrian’s free hand where she had left off. “Because it’s made more sense for us to go to your flat or Paris or Rome when we’ve wanted time like this?” she grinned. She didn’t need to see Adrian’s face to know the way his lips were set right now; she could hear it in his voice and she swore she could feel it in the tension in his pecs.
“Persephone?” Her thumbs dug gently into the heel of his hand as she considered the question. “She’s… Healer Montgomery, she’s very competent. Great with the patients, she’s really sweet. She’s been so man places, has some great stories to tell. I Like her. Now… what were you trying to make that would turn you purple?”