Her eyes glinted with interest. “Do you?”
"Do I what?”
"Have a weapon on your person?” Her gaze swept over his body, pausing at various locations as if to look for a revealing bulge. Desire stirred low in his gut. If she kept searching his body in that way, she would find a bulge of a different sort.
“Yes,” he said in a low voice. “I carry two pieces on me at all times. Sometimes three.” He widened his legs and set his palms flat against the cushioned squabs. “Care to guess where?”