"Sure, sure. You can believe that, if that's what helps you sleep like a baby at night!" Taraiana exclaimed, patting Jacob's head. She eyed him closely; that was a tempting proposition. Very tempting. But she'd never let him know it. "Jeez, Jacob, since when have you been so willing to take your shirt off? You had better not... you might start a riot with those abs. God knows you don't need any screaming fangirls. And father won't pay you overtime for that, either." She laughed, pulling his hand off her book and reading a page.