“Please forgive me.” She cleared her throat, her big blue gaze clinging to my face. “Already did, silly.” My eyes raked along her body to make sure she was all right. “No, not only for what I did.” She shook her head. “But for what I might do in the future. I have the tendency to reject happiness whenever it finds me. A self-defense mechanism, I suppose. I don’t trust myself with a good thing, Row. And you? You are the best thing out there.”
