Page 33 of Scallywag or Scoundrel
“The audacity . . .” she growled, melting into a dreamy smile.
Tyrell wrapped her in his arms, and Lia tilted her face up to meet his. The touch of their lips must have ripped the heavens open, because at once a deluge poured down upon them. Still, they lingered, with the wind howling, and the thunder clapping, and the rain drenching them through, each too lost in the other to care about the storm.
Lia hoped that all kisses felt this wonderful, and that it was not just the rain which was making this one perfect.
As if in answer to her thought, Lia heard the distant sound of an indignant scoff followed by the words,“No! No! No!”
She leaned away from Tyrell and looked back toward the manor where they saw Tavia and Julian watching them from just inside the doorway.
“Lia!” Tavia screamed, her face contorted with envy. “YOU CAN NOT BE SERIOUS!”
Lia, now a shivering, sopping mess, straightened up. “Thank you, princess, for everything!” she called. “But, I am very sorry, I am deadly serious!”
Then, she threw her arms around Tyrell’s neck and kissed him once again.
