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“That’s fine, too.”

“I think that’s it.” He pursed his lips and looked me in the eyes. “Are you in, or are you out?”

I nodded eagerly. “I’m in.”

“If you’re in, you’ve got to be all in. It’s all or nothing.”

“I’m all in.”

“One last thing,” he said. “I almost forgot.”

“What’s that?”

“Somewhere between beating up your ex-husband and when I pulled in the drive a minute ago, I fell in love with you. I ain’t sure when it happened, and I don’t know that it matters, but it happened. Just thought I’d tell you.”

I grinned. “The same thing happened to me.”

He leaned forward and kissed me. It was a passionate kiss, but it wasn’t wild. It was a good thing, because at that moment, I couldn’t have handled much more than he gave me. When our lips finally parted, he leaned back and studied me.

He smiled. “Wanna fuck?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I wanna fuck.”