Page 2 of Rebellion

“That we are.”

Oh, dear Lord.

That double meaning made her body heat.

Was he big all over?

And how could she find out?

Easy, Sofia.

As the Princess of the Bratva, she wasn’t exactly free to be with whoever she wanted. Sacha likely wouldn’t approve of this big Scottish wall.

But, damn, dreams were free.

“You all right there? You’re looking a bit stunned.” He waved his huge hand in front of her face.

She blinked and frowned at him. “I’m not stunned. Not in the slightest.”

His grin just grew. Was there no shaking this man? “No?”

“No.”

“Hmm. What were you doing racing around with your head down? You could have hurt yourself falling over like that.”

“I wouldn’t have fallen if a giant wall hadn’t placed himself in my way.”

“Ahh, I’m giant now, am I? You shouldn’t be jealous, Squirt. If you eat your veggies, you could get this big one day.”

“Will I get that hairy too?” she asked.

He threw back his head and laughed again. “I hope not.”

She grinned. “Me too. I don’t really want to start shaving a beard each morning.”

He ran a hand over his thick beard. “You don’t like beards?”

Sofia swallowed heavily. Wow, he was gorgeous. All that red hair, which was a touch darker than his thick beard. Blue eyes that seemed to see right through her. There were tattoos over his hands and going up his neck.

How much of him was tattooed?

“Uh, no. I like beards,” she said in a husky voice. “I mean, on you. Not on me. I mean, on men. I like beards on men.”

Dear Lord.

Stop!

Please, someone, make me stop.

“Aww, so I’m not special? That’s not what my Ma used to say.”

Oh, he was special. But she didn’t think it was wise to tell him. His ego already seemed big enough.

He glanced around. “What are you doing back here, lass?”

“I forgot my handbag.” She held it up.

“You work here?”

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