“Okay, so I have one more thing to ask you. You love this woman. And by the way, that’s not the question, because I already know you do. You love this woman. So how could you possibly trust that someone else would take care of her like you would, or keep her as safe?” “I couldn’t,” I said, looking up at him again. “No one would ever take care of her like I could. The thought makes me sick.” Jackson’s arms went out. “So what the fuck are you still doing in my kitchen?”
