"You... so you were purposely getting on my nerves?" Yvonne Finley's heart eased, releasing him, stepping forward two steps with her back to him, looking at the dazzling red rose garden in front of her. The anger that had built up in her suddenly evaporated. On the drive here, he had purposely teased her, riled her up, yet, he had surrounded her with romantic spring colors.
Caleb Baker stepped forward, capturing her in a firm embrace.
"I admit, my past wasn't perfect," he rested his chin on her snow-white neck, his eyelids partially lowered as he began to explain why Yvonne had been angry earlier. "I won't deny that my life was at times indulgent and debauched."
