““You need every advantage you can get. If some poor undead fellow is busy looking at these”—he flipped the material of my dress outward to get a peek before I slapped his hand away—“then he won’t be looking for this.” Something hard was pressed against my belly. I wrapped my hands around it and squared my shoulders. “Is that a stake, Bones, or are you just happy with my new dress?” He gave me a grin that was filled with more innuendo than an hour’s worth of conversation. “In this case, it’s a stake. You could always feel around for something more, though. See what comes up.” “This better be part of that dirty-talk training, or we’re going to give this new stake a go.” “Now, pet, that’s hardly a romantic rejoinder.””
