That was a mistake.
It was easy to assume Sloane was weak as well as petite, but years of being smacked around (usually in a friendly way, but they'd had their moments) had taught him otherwise. Still, he hadn't expected her to deck him!
He let out an involuntary groan and stumbled backwards, gripping his stomach. It was nothing like the light whacks and smacks he'd earned while teasing her—it was a solid fist! Bent over himself, Cam looked up with her with a mixture of betrayal and light amusement. If she'd hit him any lower he might've become the last Gillenwater in his bloodline.
"So violent," he breathed, feeling the ache in his ribs as he tried to straighten his posture. His ribs weren't broken, but they were certainly bruised if nothing else. "Tell me how you really feel, won't you?" He tried to laugh, but instead hissed in pain.
It was easy to assume Sloane was weak as well as petite, but years of being smacked around (usually in a friendly way, but they'd had their moments) had taught him otherwise. Still, he hadn't expected her to deck him!
He let out an involuntary groan and stumbled backwards, gripping his stomach. It was nothing like the light whacks and smacks he'd earned while teasing her—it was a solid fist! Bent over himself, Cam looked up with her with a mixture of betrayal and light amusement. If she'd hit him any lower he might've become the last Gillenwater in his bloodline.
"So violent," he breathed, feeling the ache in his ribs as he tried to straighten his posture. His ribs weren't broken, but they were certainly bruised if nothing else. "Tell me how you really feel, won't you?" He tried to laugh, but instead hissed in pain.
