“A mate might calm him down.”
“I highly doubt it.”
Juliet chuckled. “Why? It worked for you.”
Devlin laughed then. “You have a valid point. But I’ll not have two dogs in the house.”
“Not even if I can train them to behave?” She arched a brow by way of a challenge.
“Are you suggesting we make another wager, Mrs Drake?”
“Not at all. The pressure to win is far too great.” She crossed the carriage, fell into his lap and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Are you sure there is nothing I can do to change your mind?”
The minx!
She only had to look at him with those mesmerising green eyes, and he was a slave to her wants and whims.
“It will take an awful lot of work to persuade me,” Devlin teased as he tugged down the window blind to his left. “And you know I’m stubborn. You know I am the beast most men fear.”
Juliet twined her hands around his neck as he leant forward and lowered the other blind, too. “You’re not a beast. You’re just a very large man.”
“Do you think you have what it takes to manage me?”
“Yes, Mr Drake,” she breathed as she rained kisses along his jaw. “I believe I might manage you very well.”
The End