“We've had these reservations for weeks, I'm sorry, but I might die if I don't get to try their roast duck."
"Better be a damn good duck," Lucus said. He gave my ass a squeeze, his voice a growl in my ear as he said, "I knew you'd be wearing a thong under that slinky little thing."
"Thong?" I gave him an innocent look. "Oh, you think I'm wearing underwear?"
Lucus stopped abruptly. "Vince, the duck isn't worth it.”