“I don't know if I can do this.

Rhys went quiet for a moment. Do you want me to come with you?

To paint?

I'd be an excellent nude model.

I smiled, not caring that I was by myself in the street with countless people streaming past me. My hood concealed most of my face, anyway. You'll forgive me if I don't feel like sharing the glory that is you with anyone else.

Perhaps I'll model for you later, then. A sensuous brush down the bond that had my blood heating. It's been a while since we had paint involved.

The cabin and kitchen table flashed into my mind, and my mouth went a bit dry. Rogue.”