No, Jason couldn't blame Nat: with her reminder he felt that flicker of anger stirring within him. Not his person. He reached down and pulled her hand up to his lips. "I'm glad that you did."

He smiled against her knuckles. "Ready to get home? I think you deserve some pampering after tonight."

* * *

"Don't be sorry: we're not perfect. And when you need me, I'll do it every time without complaint."

There was a rare flash of determination in his eyes, then he leaned forward -careful to keep his weight off any hurts she still might have- and kissed her deeply.