She breathed an audible sigh of relief, and this time it sounded genuine. “That actually sounds reasonable.”
“And you sound surprised.”
She laughed. “Perhaps I shouldn’t be. I have an active imagination. You’ll learn that about me as we work together. I’m more tempted to believe the moon is made of green cheese than that astronauts have landed.”
“I thought so—something like me holding you at sword point as you walk the plank?”
“Mmm. Something like that,” she murmured thoughtfully.
“Aaargh,” he said playfully in his best gravelly pirate’s voice.
