Thomas’s jaw snapped back into place. “Clarify the situation, brother. Pray tell, exactly what does ‘I asked her to stay after the cruise’ mean?”With deft twists of his fingers, Terry buttoned the preknotted cravat around his neck and grimaced at the pouf of white lace foaming over his charcoal evening coat. “Exactly what I said. I asked her to stay, and she said yes.”Thomas threw his hands up in the air and slapped one palm against the tight ivory breeches encasing his thighs. “Read my lips. Are you two moving in together?”“Frick,” he groaned and grabbed the edge of a tall, round mahogany table. For the first time ever, his knees declared war on his body weight, and Terry scowled at the offending joints. He swallowed, then croaked, “Yeah, I guess.”They’d decided, in light of the outstanding balmy breezes and crisp, pine-scented mountain air, to leave the windows of their deluxe suite open. La Bastide Saint-Antoine, the charming boutique hotel Suresh had booked them into, had enchanted Su-Lin.His lips curled at the memory of her quiet enthrallment, the way her emerald eyes widened as her golden fingers stroked a period chintz vase.
