He cleared his throat, and Tal realized she’d been devouring him with her eyes. She couldn’t muster any anger though—the man was simply too damn beautiful to be angry at him.
“Are you deaf?” Something wicked glinted in his eyes, and his mouth quirked up.
Oh, goody…there it was. Sweet, sweet anger. “I’m not deaf. Are you stupid?” Her stance widened in automatic response to his mocking.
He threw back his head and laughed. The sound rippled through her.
And just that quickly, the Inuit princess, who had been lost three hundred years ago, was lost again.