His answer coaxed a low, honeyed laugh from Lara. She was more than aware of exactly how... open her latest buck could be. So eager and willing despite the bitter edge of despair. Or maybe because of it.

She leaned over and kissed the curve of Dean's neck, her teeth scraping lightly against his throat as her hand slid along the back of his head and into his hair. "Maybe. But take my coat first, won't you, love?"