Tension suddenly ran up Rafe's spine and renewed the goose flesh on his lower arms. Had she just...? In that accent? His hand dropped limply to the top of the washer it'd been hovering over with a clang.
How bloody hard had she hit her head?
Rafe's palm brushed across the cool metal beneath it as he swiveled to get a good look at Erin and Merlin did she look pitiful - fetching as usual, but pitiful. It was difficult to not smirk so a flash of one did slip through. "Floor knock some Kiltie into you?" he asked, ignoring the compliment, for the moment.
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