“If you want children, we can find one.” “Find one?” She laughs. “You’re not stealing a child for me, Luther.” She tries to lift her head to look at me, but I use my cheek against her head to hold her in place. “I meant adoption, Brat. But if you want me to steal you a baby, I’ll steal you a baby.” “You’re ridiculous.” There’s no heat in her tone. “Ridiculous for you.”
