Something in the air between them finally broke and Torie let out a quiet sigh of relief. Having something to do helped she supposed, but as Anthony moved to start the task, she sucked in a breath she held for longer than seemed possible.

It was hard to focus on his over explanation (though she caught his comparison to a lame horse), Torie rather thought he was talking too much and nothing she didn't already know. Of course she didn't say as much because she was too busy trying not to squirm against the warring sensations of discomfort in her ankle and the thrill of having his hands on her leg.

It all happened so quickly that she barely had time to register what was happening until they were much closer than they'd been before. His hand was warm on her thigh, her skirts having shifted as she'd moved to steady him, her own hand landing on his shoulder to prevent him from falling on her. Frozen, she met his gaze, uncertainty furrowing her brows ever so slightly.

Then, everything lurched into motion again as the pressure on her thigh changed and something in her snapped back to reality. Everything came bubbling to the surface and she didn't know what exactly to do with the pent up energy, so she curled her fingers into the fabric of his soaked shirt and tugged him closer, pressing her lips to his.