“He smiled. ‘Since when did you get shy?’
She ran her fingers through her copper curls in a quick restive gesture, then stared at him. ‘That’s kinda personal.’
‘Unlike fucking.’
‘Hey, keep it up and—’
‘You couldn’t do it, babe. Honestly. You need it more than I do.’
‘Maybe I could.’
‘And maybe I could find religion , but I wouldn’t bet on it. So, can I get back to my plan? It’ll make you real happy – guaranteed.”