"We haven't even started yet."
Leah rose and, without waiting for a reply, pressed her lips to Seamus's mouth, fingers sliding up the back of his neck.
The warmth of her breath and the sudden closeness made his jaw tighten.
"You're right about him, Sister. He's adorable and so obedient," she added over her shoulder to Isolde.
Isolde only smiled at that, the small curve of her lips giving away nothing.
Her expression didn't change at all, which made Seamus's irritation spike even harder. He hated the idea of her calling him obedient.
So he yanked Leah's hair, dragging her face back to his.
"Let's see how long you can handle this good boy," he murmured, eyes cutting lazily toward the matriarch.
"Why don't you make this interesting? I know you know how."
Isolde crossed her arms and began to tap a finger against her arm, like a teacher amused by a student's tantrum.
