“I have a theory,” he said, cutting her off as he walked backward to the door, “that if I were badly wounded, you would help me. True or false?” “False.” His smile widened. “Liar.” “I wouldn’t,” she said ruthlessly. “I’d leave you there and run for my life.” He was fighting a massive grin now, his eyes glittering with barely suppressed delight. “You would save me.”
