"I'll tell them I've been kidnapped."
"They'll probably believe it."
She took his hand. He smiled, his heart warming. She could deny it all she
wanted, but he knew she cared. "What that trooper said bothered you, didn't it?"
Actually, he hadn't thought about that trooper since his toes had been used in ways they'd never been used before. He shrugged. "Eh, I'm used to it."
She squeezed his hand. "I'm sorry to hear that. No one should have to tolerate being discriminated against based on their looks."
