" hold and buried her face against his shoulder. For a moment he simply held her. Then he said, “We’ve got to call the police.” “Yes.” “And then you’re coming home with me.” “No.” She stepped away from him. “It’s the only way. You can’t stay here.” That, sadly enough, was true. “I can’t move in with you, either.” His grin was sudden and unexpected. “That has a nice ring—move in with me. But that’s "

― , One in a Million / Love, Texas Style (Harlequin Duets, #4)