Big turn-off, so smart move, especially since Rosa boned too many strangers and already felt the one pregnancy scare she'd had in her life was more than enough to ensure that it would remain one of absolutely unmovable hard lines.

And it was a good thing the view was nice, too, since Seivarden would be getting a lot of it, because of course she couldn't remember exactly which pocket it was in. Her jeans were quick to clear, but since when had this jacket had so many pockets?

But she eventually got it and tossed it somewhere it would be within reach, and moved back to where she'd been quickly, gracefully, hands spreading and pressing slightly on her chest. "Where were we?"

Hey, Seivarden got a cheesy line; she got one, too.