““Now will you help me put on my shirt?" he bellowed,exasperated and more than a little embarrassed. Brownyn shook her head, her blue eyes large with apprehension. "I absolutely refuse to touch you." Anger flashed in his good eye and in its wake left a coldness that gave her chills. Whatever she had just said instantly changed his mood and the tenor of their quarrel. "Yes,you will, woman," he gritted out. "I am starving and have already skipped one meal listening to you babble about your desires,but I refuse to miss another.””
