“I’ll prove you can.” He softly touched his lips to mine. “I don’t deserve this second chance, but I’m going to make every second of it worthwhile. For the both of us.”
“Deserve it or not, you were going to take it,” I muttered. “Easy way or the hard way. I know when to pick my battles.”
“Oh yes. Because I wholeheartedly believe you aren’t going to fight me every step of the way.”
I followed him into the kitchen and nodded when he pulled a bottle of wine from the fridge. “I will never stop fighting you. It’s way too fun.”
He placed the glass in front of me. “I know.”
“Crap. I drove to your office. My