Holy moly, what the hell was she doing? Flirting with a British knight? Her grandmother—she of the proud British heritage and portrait of Her Royal Highness the Queen hanging above the fireplace—would have a pink fit. Of course, her grandmother would also have a pink fit about what Casey was wearing. What with the fact people could see the shape of her butt in her white jeans as well as more than a hint of cleavage. But still, flirting with a knighted Brit was beyond her flirtation skills, no matter that he was flirting back. It didn’t help that his lips had felt exquisitely wonderful on hers when the playing card had fallen to the floor. Yeah, about that, Casey Louise. Just how exactly did that card fall? Dodging a couple making out with abandonment next to the house’s side entrance, Casey pulled a face at the internal question. Okay, maybe she’d had something to do with that. Maybe, just maybe, she’d released her intake of breath and let the card slip from her lips.
