““He laughed and pulled her hand away, kissed her palm. “Let me tell you something, Beatrice.” He humored her by whispering so only she could hear. “Giving up was not an option. I was going to let you think about things for a while, but if you hadn’t come to me, I promise you, I would have been back. And I would have worn you down.” “It wouldn’t have taken much,” she confessed. “The truth is, you had me at ‘What part of you’re tied up and we’ve got the guns don’t you understand?’” “Charmed you even when I was playing the bad guy, huh?” “Yeah, well, don’t let it go to your head.” “Not my head, no. My heart.””
