'You there 'you 're that Toji, if I 'm not mistaken? '

'Depends on who 's wantin ' to know. ' The gruff man smirks, leaned against the wooden counter of your ol ' town 's saloon. 'Yer the sheriff 's daughter. '

You huff, arms crossing in an unlady-like manner that would make your mother positively faint. 'Depends on who 's wanting to know. '

Toji tips his black cowboy hat, 'Me. ' Before taking your hand in his large, scarred one-

kissing

the back of it softly. 'Pleasure 's all mine, pretty lady. '

Oh.

You almost understood why every woman in town - and some men - had been fit to

drop

at the recent intrusion of Toji Fushiguro. He 'd ridden here unannounced - no one knew where from, and no one knew where to. Some whispered that he was an outlaw, on the run for his crimes.

But that was perfect for you. 'Truth is 'I want you to meet my mother and father. '

'Bold. ' He drinks you in like he 's parched, eyes dragging

slowly.