Without honesty, there can be no trust.” “Ah, darling.” His smile was lopsided. “My second rule is: do not trust me. Not in the deep, blind sort of way.” “Why?” “Because even I do not trust myself such.” “Charming,” she said wryly. “And your first rule?” His tone was kind, but his eyes held a rare seriousness. “Don’t fall in love with me.”
