Maybe she'd had too much of this wine, but that blush on his cheeks was far too adorable to let go of it now. She let him go and leaned back only a little, shifting her position so that all of her focus was on him. She let her legs fall from where she had them crossed beneath her earlier, skirts stuck, exposing her stockinged calves as she swung them idly.

Sage caught her lip between her teeth, trying to hide the smirk as her eyebrows raised at his retort. Not a saint. She was well aware of what that chest looked like under that shirt, having had to stitch him up or check bruises and broken ribs and she was sure any girl would love to get their hands on him. "My comment stands; it's a lot of fun." That may also be giving too much away, but this was Declan, she hardly though he was going to hold it against her. And well, if he did, she thought he might not know her as well as she thought he did to begin with. Sage knew how to keep those worlds separate. There was nothing to keep apart now. She had learned her lesson the last time, but if there was, she would be smarter about it.