“Are you still fixed on the notion of staying here?” he asked, deftly carving a peach and divesting it of the pit. He handed her a neat golden half. “Oh yes.” Evie accepted the peach and took a bite, its tart juice trickling over her tongue. “I was afraid you might say that,” he replied dryly. “It’s a mistake, you know. You have no idea of what you’ll be exposed to… the obscenities and lewd comments, the lecherous gazes, the groping and pinching… and that’s just at my house. Imagine what it would be like here.” Uncertain whether to frown or smile, Evie regarded him curiously. “I will manage,” she said. “I’m sure you will, pet.”
Book:Devil in Winter
