Guess the honeymoon is over!" Denise muttered once we are outside. "Next I suppose I'll be sleeping in the wet spot.

How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? I'd die for you. Why wouldn't I want to live for you as well?

I threw my hands up. Men. They were impossible to reason with.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

Am I the only one who has wood over that little vixen?

Bones smiled. “Oh, grand. Going to make me beat the truth out of you? My favorite way to work.

It was ironic; he held her captive, yet she’d captivated him.