Authors: Phyllis Halldorson
"I was afraid of that," she said playfully.
He swatted her gently. "Watch what you're implying, young
lady, or I'll disregard bullet holes, broken ribs and outraged nurses
and make love to you in all the ways I can think of right here and now."
"Tomorrow," she whispered against his cheek.
"Is that a promise?" he murmured.
"Cross my heart."