“There’s no need to sound so suspicious. I can guarantee it’s a place you’ll be completely at home in.”
“Where?”
He tapped my hip. “You’re a little small without heels. Do you know that?”
I smacked his stomach. “George! Don’t change the subject! And I am not short.”
His lips spreaded into a grin. “I know, but you’re a good few inches shorter.”
“This isn’t the conversation we’re having. I want to know where you’re taking me later. And I want to know now.”
“Is that a demand, Miss McCartney?”
“It’s a requirement I know, Mr. Stone. Or I’m not walking another step.” I stopped and put some extra oomph into stamping m
