“Oh, we are definitely okay, sir.”
“Even if Danni’s heart gets broken?” I asked. “I’m only telling you facts.” The way she said it made it sound final—when devising a solution to my Roger problem, I was on my own. “She hardly lets me leave her sight these days. The SUV lurched in motion toward my apartment, where my chopper was being prepped for the golf course. I watched her for a few more moments, though, sure that she was suggesting that I murder the man. “That’s not really the same,” I said. “I haven’t agreed to a relationship,” I said more defensively than I probably needed to. “Marcus…”
Her voice was filled with emotion, and before she could get out whatever she was about to say, I pressed my lips to hers. You didn’t fight back at all! I’m only guessing. I accidentally left the door open earlier.”
“What’s there to be sorry about?
