I pulled some pants on quickly and approached him cautiously. “What did you say?”He spit some virulent-sounding Cajun curse at me before stomping over to yank on a pair of loose trousers. His back was ramrod straight, his gaze furious and fiery bright. His hands gripped the chair behind him until his biceps strained.“I said I remember.” He spoke low and forceful.“What? How is that possible?”“Yeah, how is dat possible? Considerin’ you’ve been trying to keep me in the dark.” He snorted. “Darke, how fittin’ is dat?”I sat on the edge of the bed, gripping my knees so he wouldn’t see my hands shaking.“It was the explosion. Musta knocked some sense back into me.” He glanced away from me, his shoulders drooping.“So…you remember…?”His voice emerged in a stark whisper. “The night of Cannon and Nate’s handfasting. When you laughed at somethin’ I told you and you let me kiss you on the cheek before you said good night.”His face turned pink. Mine heated as well, remembering that first, innocent flirtation and how good it felt.
