Chapter 27
Neither of them was especially short—that sought-after movie-star presence—but Jason was used to feeling larger, taller, powerful. At the moment he discovered that the inch or so between them wasn’t really that much. Colby’s smile flew exuberant flags from ship’s masts and castle turrets, and commanded the hallway with certainty.
“I’m trying.” Colby made a face at him, which shouldn’t’ve been either adorable or endearing but was both. Somehow didn’t interfere with newfound confidence, either. The opposite. “Though you may have to let me do some things for you tonight. In bed, but also I could bake some almond biscuits, or buy you a book.”
“You don’t have to earn it.”
“I’m working on it. I truly do want to buy you some books, though. I’ve got a whole steampunk queer romance list. There’s the series about the werewolves in waistcoats, for one, and one of them’s an alchemist who discovers—what’re you smiling about?”