And I knew he was right. I’d made the call the second I’d stepped into his bedroom, after all. I stared up at him. “I’m never going to regret this. It was too perfect, Carter. Too sensational. Too…meant to be.” His eyes closed for a moment, then snapped open. “I don’t regret it either, sweetheart. Except that it complicates things even further.” I shook my head. “No. You laid your cards on the table. You were honest and forthcoming. I accept your need to focus solely on our career. I’m not going to renege on this deal by begging you to give us a shot outside of this bedroom. As much as I want to, I can’t do that to you. I respect everything you said and the effort you’re making with the Rattlers. I’m committed to being supportive, not detrimental.” My little speech made emotion well within me again, but I fought it. I wouldn’t cry in front of him ever again. I wouldn’t beg and plead. I’d willingly come up with this one-night-stand pact, and I would stick to it.
