QUOTE : You should want to leave, too.” His voice darkened. “Unless you want to lift your skirts and sit on my lap so I can take you right here in the box.” So she was the source of his distraction? “You are always making these suggestions as though they should be threats. Meanwhile, I’m only intrigued.” With nonchalance, she laid a hand on his thigh. Then stroked a single fingertip in lazy circles. His thigh tensed beneath her touch. “Woman, you are killing me.” She shrugged. “As you said, it is a Shakespearean tragedy. Everyone dies; the end.” “Enough.” He launched to his feet. “I am ordering the carriage, and we are going home. To bed. And you are going to die no fewer than ten ‘little deaths’ before I’m through with you.” Very well. If he insisted.