" I don’t like being really sweaty.” She sipped her cappuccino. “Well, outside of a few examples. Some kinds of sweat are worth the exertion.”
He leaned closer. “Please tell me you’re talking about sex.”
She blinked, keeping her expression serious. “No, I’m talking about raking leaves. Of course I’m talking about sex.”
He wiped his brow theatrically. “I’m going to change the subject, or I’ll be useless for hours. Bobbi says you never drink iced stuff. Now that September is here, that’s one thing, but in full summer, too?”
“Are you a coffee spy, Paddy?” She raised a brow.
“If I am, can I capture you and do whatever I have to to get you to cooperate?”
The words fell over her, heated, dirty innuendo. “Maybe. "

― Lauren Dane , The Best Kind of Trouble (The Hurley Boys, #1)