Page 88 of Heart of a Warrior
“Yes, I will.”
He frowned at her. “Why do you not argue with me?”
“Because this is Sha-Ka’an. These rules work here. They wouldn’t work anywhere else, but here they work just fine. Besides,” she added with a grin, “after the gift you’ve given me today, you’re in my good graces big-time.”
He kissed her deeply, then gently—they were a long way from any privacy. “You may build hundreds of houses, whole towns, if it will make you happy.”
“I was talking about your love,” she replied in a softly purring tone.
That did it: he took her hand again and started dragging her off to find some of that missing privacy.
Brittany laughed to herself. He wasn’t really barbaric, her lifemate. A warrior, yes. Adamant when it came to protecting her, yes. A bit domineering, but understanding, too. And gentle. And caring.
And how the hell did she get so lucky?
