Chapter 90

“Of course I am,” Jensen said. His righteous male tome earned Katherine’s pinch. “Ouch, you little devil.” He rubbed his side. “What was that for?”

“Equality,” Katherine replied.

***

Jensen carried the mound of packages across the living room and dumped them on the couch. He turned to Katherine.

“Come here, woman. I want my kiss,” he said.

Later he said, “That was worth waiting for. Do you have any idea how hard it was keeping my hands to myself while you tried on those clothes? At one point considered tossing you over my shoulder and running out of Mrs. Darcy’s. That black lace evening gown did it. The front barely covered the necessities. And the back was low enough to show the two cute dimples at the base of your backbone.”

“Your expression made me decide against the dress,” Katherine responded with a smile. “It bordered on the lecherous.