“Would you like to come for a drive with me?” Sarre ignored the response she gave and sat up on the bed.
“Is this where you take me to the desert and tell me its you or I get buried?”
“No.” He shook his head sadly. “I am sorry to let you think I could ever hurt you.” He sat with his head in his hands, “when you walked away from me in the jet coming home, after taking my gun off me, I realized in that moment how much I f****d up and I couldn’t fathom a way you didn’t leave me. Then in my infinite wisdom and panic, I tricked you into marrying me.”
“My mother told me since the marriage isn’t consummated, I can get it annulled.”
“I’m begging you not to,” he got on his knees in front of her, resting his chin on her lap. “Please.” His dark eyes beseeched her to listen to him. “I know I f***
