"I suppose not, but"
He closed his mouth over hers and shoved his hands in her hair. He didn't appreciate her trying to fix something he didn't want fixed. If any of his previous lovers had given him cause to be half the man he was around Peyton, they wouldn't be here right now. Together.
On paper, their schematics might be all kinds of wrong, but he'd meant what he'd told her yesterday. They were the right counterbalance to one another. If things crashed and burned between them, life as he knew it would be over. Yet, for the first time since he'd raised his hands in surrender, he discovered he held the future in his grasp. Literally. All he had to do was avoid screwing it up.
She made a stunned noise in her throat and molded her lithe body against him. One hand pressed over his pound
