Ty paused with his biscuit halfway to his mouth and let out a huge laugh.

“What?” she asked, baffled. “What’s so funny?”

“That sounds like a fair description of what wound up in your mouth not even an hour ago, and you didn’t seem to have a problem with that.”

“Oh!” Imogen felt her cheeks heat up. He had the uncanny ability to bring everything back around to sex. Not that she was complaining. “It’s not the same thing at all,” she said, though she honestly couldn’t say why not. “I guess passion alters everything.”

“No doubt about that.”

Now she was intrigued at the thought, and she smiled a little as she mulled it over, pushing her fork around her plate. “I mean, think about it. What differentiates sexual fluids from other viscous fluids? Snot has a very similar consistency to, say, vaginal fluid, yet no one wants to slide their tongue through snot. It seems that the origin of a slippery liquid alters the reaction it receives, with total extremes, one being gross and one sexy. Hmm. Very interesting, don’t you think?”

Imogen glanced up to see Ty holding his fist over his mouth, his face turning red. “Are you okay?”

He shook his head no, but before Imogen could jump up and Heimlich the biscuit out of his windpipe, he swallowed hard and let out a wet, choking laugh.

“Oh, my God. Are you trying to kill me?” His eyes watered as he choked and laughed, laughed and choked, pounding on his chest.

“What?” she asked, mystified.

“Do not say things like sliding your tongue through snot while I am drinking coffee, babe.” His laughing and coughing settled down and he shook his head at her in amusement. “You are absolutely hilarious. I love the way you look at things.”

Wow. Ty thought she was funny? No one had ever indicated they found her in any way humorous before.

He thought she was sexy and funny.

Imogen smiled back at him and thought she could really, really get used to this.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TEN

TY shoved miscellaneous crap into his suitcase and glanced around his bedroom. He was late and undoubtedly going to arrive in Martinsville forgetting something seriously important. But he had underwear and he had his toiletries bag, which stayed packed all the time, so he wasn’t sure what else mattered. He shoved gym shoes into the bag and dialed Toni on his cell phone.

“Where are you?” Toni asked suspiciously after greeting him.

“At home.”

“You’re going to miss your plane,” she said matter-of-factly.