Birthright

Rhiannon arched her eyebrows. “Well,” she said, wrapping an arm around an uplifted knee. “I don’t generally stake them unless I find them hunting,” she said. “There’s plenty of the savage variety to distract me. So if he’s as squeaky clean as you say, it’s a non-issue.” She studied Holly’s profile. “He must be cute. And Julianna tried to chat him up?” That made a wicked smile come to her face, though she did her best to subdue it.