"A kiss?"

How strange. Cass could have staked money on him being about to say something ... worse. But a kiss? A libertine like him, who ... well, she doubted that Tilly had invited that painted whore who'd been standing by the door at Chessington. Cass didn't imagine she wasn't looking at who had. Which was why she wished he wouldn't stand there, gazing down at her with boyish longing, as if he'd die to kiss her.

"From you. I mean ... I... "

She jerked her chin ...