He was taking a nap," Kate explained. "He's a very sound sleeper." But once awake, Newton refused to be left out of the action, and with a slightly more awake bark, he leaped up onto the chair, landing on Kate's lap. "Newton!" she squealed. "Oh, for the love of-" But Anthony's mutterings were cut short by a big, sloppy kiss from Newton. "I think he likes you," Kate said, so amused by Anthony's disgusted expression that she forgot to be self-conscious about her position on his lap. "Dog," Anthony ordered, "get down on the floor this instant." Newton hung his head and whined. "Now!" Letting out a big sigh, Newton turned about and plopped down onto the floor. "My goodness," Kate said, peering down at the dog, who was now moping under the table, his snout lying sorrowfully on the carpet, "I'm impressed." "It's all in the tone of voice," Anthony said archly, snaking a viselike arm around her waist so that she could not get up. Kate looked at his arm, then looked at his face, her brows arching in question. "Why," she mused, "do I get the impression you find that tone of voice effective on women as well?" He shrugged and leaned toward her with a heavy-lidded smile. "It usually is," he murmured. "Not this one." Kate planted her hands on the arms of the chair and tried to wrench herself up. But he was far too strong. "Especially this one," he said, his voice dropping to an impossibly low purr. With his free hand, he cupped her chin and turned her face to his. His lips were soft but demanding, and he explored her mouth with a thoroughness that left her breathless. -Kate & Anthony
( Julia Quinn )
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