" It isn’t that funny.” “Are you kidding? It’s hilarious!” She laughed a little more and finally said, “Paul, he’s a trained interrogator. You walked right into it!” “I don’t see the humor…” “Well, if you don’t have a sense of humor, I don’t know if I can—” She was cut off by his mouth finding hers. In fact, he kept her from laughing for a long time, covering her with his body. They kissed and held on to each other. Finally he released her lips and asked, “You done laughing?” “I am. I think you worked it out of me.” He touched her swollen lips with tender fingers. “Do you think your father will shoot me?” “Probably not,” she said, smiling. “But if you hear a rifle cock, you might want to duck.” “Funny,” he said, kissing her again. “I think I have whisker burn,” she told him. “Yeah.” He grinned. “Looks good on you, too.” “We "
― Robyn Carr , Second Chance Pass (Virgin River, #5)