"'Specially not if he's gon' be messin' with my man."

'Tenderfoot.'

Really.

She sighs as his touch sends shivers down her spine, letting her fingers curl around his ear as they leave his hairline, carving a featherlight path across his jaw. They double back, and repeat the motion.

"If he don't know the kinda man y'are by now, he's liable t'find out real quick next time y'see him, 'cuz I fully intend t'be on your arm when that happens."