CHAPTER TEN
Love Her Madly
A few minutes later, after Vance “volunteered” to cook breakfast, Nastassia put on a pot of coffee to brew and relaxed in a chair at the kitchen table while Vance scrambled eggs, microwaved bacon, and put four pieces of bread into the toaster. “Despite my advice,” she noted casually, “you love me intensely.”
“Admit it. You have just a little feeling for me.”
“I feel affection for any dog that licks my hand—or other parts of my anatomy.”
“Go ahead. Act cruel. I still love you.” He focused on the eggs and turned them with a spatula.
“Because I treated you like peaches and cream last night. Love is fragile. Would your love survive jalapeno seasoning?”
“Muy caliente!
“Very hot, indeed. That’s how I like it, and I’ll always have my way with you—or I’ll abandon
