"Mikhail seated himself across the small table from her, his eyes drifting lazily, possessively, over her alluring curves. "Why do you dress in men's clothes?" he asked. She laughed, soft and melodious, and her eyes lit with mischief. "Because I knew it would annoy you." He threw back his head and laughed. Real, genuine, incredible laughter. There was happiness in him, and the stirrings of affection. He couldn't remember what those feelings were like, but the emotions were sharp and clear and a sweet ache in his body. "Is it necessary to annoy me?" She arched an eyebrow at him, realizing that her headache was completely gone. "So easy," Raven teased. He leaned closer. "Disrespectful woman. So dangerous, you mean." "Mmm, maybe that, too."