“You don’t think we’re going to make it, do you?” Her heart skipped a beat at his perceptiveness. He always figured her out, and she had mixed emotions about it. “If we’re willing to try, yes, but I have doubts,” she admitted, clenching his hand tighter as his hold weakened. “There’s this part of me that’s waiting for us to go up in smoke. Your timing and everything you do for me is too perfect, Shabu. Nothing in my life is this good.”
