"I’m going to skin your gumbo-eatin’ carcass alive and feed it to the ‘gators, you hear me?"

Remy grins cockily up at her as she tightens her arms around him, fingers scrabbling behind his back for the remote.

He chuckles at her. "I think you’re giving me the wrong idea, chère."

She huffs, blowing a snowy lovelock out of her eyes, and they continue to tussle. She slides one hand distractingly lower.


"Aha!" She holds the remote triumphantly aloft.

Remy grumbles as she flips the channel from ESPN back to her chick flick.

"Quit grousing."

"You cheated!"

She grins.