Page 49

"Doesn't change a damn thing."

She frowns.

"That's all?"

"What'd you want me to say?"

"I don't know." She looks embarrassed. "Something."

"I want you."

Her lips part.

"That enough of something?"

"Well..."

"Still gonna want you tomorrow."

Her eyes narrow.

"That sounds suspiciously like a postponement."

Smartass.

I rub a hand over my face.

"Christ, woman."

"What?"

"You had a gun pointed at you today."

"I remember."

"Got dragged into a car. Nearly died. Now you've got a bruised knee, a split lip, and a bastard sitting here who can barely keep his hands off you."

She looks at me for a long second.

"You're not a bastard."

"Debatable."

"Vex."

"Darlin', I'm serious."

"So am I."

I hold her gaze.

"I know you are. Just don't want you waking up tomorrow wishing you'd waited."

Her expression softens.

"I wouldn't."

"Then one more night won't change anything."