Not Hard At All
I've gotten very good at being silent, thought Marian proudly as she crept away from her listening post near the door of the Sheriff's office. Very good inde-
"Listenin' in on the Sheriff's meetin', were you?" Marian whirled to see Allan leaning against the stone wall, arms folded over his chest, a cocky smile on his lips.
"I... I was just..." How does he always seem to know these things?
He grinned mischievously. "How about a deal? A kiss for my silence. Not hard, right?"
Marian wasted no time in planting her lips firmly upon his.
"Not hard at all."
