Youโre a terrible cook. That Iโll grant you. You canโt hold your liquor, either. And you have questionable taste in men. So no, youโre not perfect.โ His voice sank to a husky whisper, and his gaze dropped to her mouth. โBut youโre close. Close enough to restore a manโs faith in miracles.
Tessa DareDonโt. Donโt play that game.โ His brow pressed to hers. โWhen I heard you cry out . . . it was like a saber to the gut. I wanted to die.
Tessa DareThe pain of an injury is over in seconds. Everything that comes after is the pain of getting well." He gave her a heartfelt look, full of apology. "I'd forgotten that you see. Coming back to life ... It hurts.
Tessa DareI was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am." His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you." "I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fingers. "But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too." His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, "You are killing me.
Tessa Dare