The strange American woman

After paying the driver, she touched the door handle and turned to him.

"Remember, stay close to me and do not say a word. I do the talking and you smile, shake hands and kiss my forehead when necessary."

She turned away from him and opened the door. A thought crawled up to her head and she returned her face to his.

"Note. I said when necessary."

Her emphasis on the last two words caused him to scoff.

If he wanted to, he would kiss her forehead, that and every part of her body, soon enough. Only if he wanted to; and he knew he wanted to.

If he was going to get an answer to the questions raging in his head, he was going to have to touch her.

The urge to hold her was strange to him. Knowing how much he hated physical contact, Lancelot wondered what it was about her that caused him to want to hold her.

Maybe it was the fact that Ziko had warmed up to her.

WARMED UP.

Ziko had not only warmed up to her, he had acknowledged her as his mate. That wasn't possible. She was a human fe