"I might not always be able to protect you, tesoro." "I know that.” I push myself up on my tippy toes and snake my arms around his neck, my fingers raking through his hair. "But it's a risk I'm willing to take." "You are not a gambler," he breathes against my parted lips. "And I am a big risk." "I like the odds.” A low, building current courses through my body, not too overpowering, not too dull, just right. "I like them a lot." "What happened to my pessimist?" I manage a small smile. "She found something to believe in."
