““I’ll kill him for you.” He sounded so sincere, and so accepting of her dysfunctional childhood, that a smile bloomed in Priss’s heart. “Thank you.” She drew him down to her for a longer kiss, one he gladly accepted. “That’s sweet of you, but no.” His eyes narrowed. “Sweet? I offer to kill a man and you think it’s sweet?” “You wanted to kill him anyway. And so do I.” The hard on his chest fascinated her, so she concentrated on that. “You’ve never come right out and said so, but I’ve known for a while that you’re a good guy, Trace.” He gave her a cautious survey. “I’m not sure that accurately describes me.””
