“I love you, Jameson. It makes me kind of cranky because I didn’t plan on this, but it’s the damned inconvenient truth.” I don’t smile, but it’s a near thing. “Loving me is an inconvenient truth.” “Stop being amused.” “Only you would fall kicking and screaming into love and then pout about it.” I move her hand from my mouth and press it back to my chest. “We’re not running out of time.”
