"If it's another horrible revelation about assassins or naked friends, can it wait?" He smiled, though only one dimple popped up, indicating that it was slightly forced. She understood it, accepted it. It would probably be a long time before he was able to forgive her, and certainly would be a long time before he could forget (if he ever truly did) what she had done to him. The fact that he wanted her, loved her, had wanted to touch her and be touched by her, was more than she'd dared hoped for.