"Repeated exposure is bound to inure me to it all eventually. Who knows? Maybe one day I'll be the one making you blush." He doubted it would be happening any time soon.

And then he wasn't thinking about that at all. He tipped his head for her, the pulse at the side of his throat visible and quickened. His arm that had rested across her shoulders lowered into an embrace with her turn toward him. "I think we might want to cap the brandy," he murmured. It would be a shame to have a spill when things were going well.