NaNo snippit

Ian returned to the room with a suspiciously thick book, about twice the thickness of most pocket diaries of the size, a small box, and a pair of keys. The last was just a bit too much for Sarah.

"You have a lock and key fetish don't you?" She clapped an hand over her mouth in the next instant, blushing fiercely, "I'm sorry, that was incredibly inappropriate. I'm sorry."

Prudence laughed, a delighted and full throated chortle, "I knew you had a wicked turn of mind, dear cousin!"

Ian just blinked, staring at them both, "I suppose I do, actually, is it that obvious?" He managed to look oblivious and confused just long enough for Sarah to start to wonder if he really was that guileless, and then he broke into a wicked smile and winked at her. "If you want to know for certain I'm sure I could free up an evening for you, dearest Sarah."


Unedited, needless to say, but I am amused. I had no idea Ian would be such a flirt when I started writing him.