“Your smile, Dianna, is only one of the most beautiful things about you.” Beautiful. It was such a stupid word, and one I had heard plenty of times before. Yet he said it, and I damn near melted. I cleared my throat, but my voice still sounded husky. “Do you always flirt with homicidal killers?” His smile was bright, making him impossibly more gorgeous, and a part of me ached. “Only the really pretty ones.”
