Sara gulped as she looked up, held captive in his hands, her body already responding to his. The problem was, he was the reason, but she knew she couldn’t blame him. He’d changed her; since the first moment their eyes had met, something in her had started to melt and breathe again. “I’m sorry,” she said quietly, soberly. “You’re right. It’s not your fault.”

“Damn right it’s not my fault. If anyone is to blame, then it’s you because this, the way you make me feel, is all ...