“Did you do it on purpose?” “What?” Her words threw me enough to cause me to halt. “No.” Twisting my body so I could look down at her face, I frowned and said, “I would never do that to you.” “You promise?” “Yeah,” I grunted, hitching her up with my arm and melding her body to my side. “I promise.” It was January. It was wet. It was cold. And for some strange, disconcerting reason, I was burning the fuck up on the inside.
