“Ask me,” he said.
“W-what?”
He came closer. “Whatever you want. Just ask me and I’ll give it to you. ”
There were a lot of things she wanted. Half of them were vague, unformed ideas, but they all involved him. But there were priorities to consider. “Promise me we’re equal partners from here on in. ”
“Ros. ”
“No more denying of liberty or any of that crap. Promise me. ”
He took a deep breath. “And you’ll just believe me. After everything?”
“Yes. ”
He hesitated where she hadn’t. It hurt.
“Nick?”
“You’re getting cold. ” His hand reached for the bra on the counter, the sensible black one. He threaded it over first one of her hands, then the other. The straps were drawn up her arms and positioned on her shoulders. “Turn around. ”
She did so, part bemused and part bitter. “You can’t
