“Then why should I run?” she asked, breathless.
“It's really more fun that way.”
“It is?”
He nodded. “Trust me.”
“Hmmph. Famous last words.” But even as she said that, she was already in the hall, walking backward toward the stairs with remarkable speed.
He licked his lips.
“Oh. Then I had better…I should…”
He started moving faster.
“Oh, dear.” She took off at a sprint, laughing all the way up the stairs.
Blake caught up with her on the landing, heaved her over his shoulder, and carried her, unconvincing protests and all, to their bedroom.
Then he kicked the door shut and proceeded to show her why getting caught was oftentimes even more fun than the chase.