His throat worked with agitation as he considered his answer. “It’s not that simple,” he said finally. She recoiled in shock. “Are you going to break up?” “No.” “What do you mean?” “I’m not free,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I can’t have a relationship with you. When...if...we get out of here, it’s over.” Her arms dropped to her sides and her shoulders slumped. Well, that was bald honesty. She’d asked for it. “I don’t blame you for hating me,” he said. “I hate myself. But I have to tell you that I’ve never felt this way before. I’m crazy about you, Lauren. I love the way you smell, the sound of your voice, the taste of your mouth and how sexy you look on your knees. I’m amazed by your strength and kindness and dedication. Despite this fucked-up situation, I’ve loved every moment I’ve spent with you.”
