"Looking for excuses not to let you get me off?" Kate laughs. It's a bitter, unpleasant sound. "Sorry. I'm not that breed of crazy."

She moves to slide over his lap so she can look him in the face. He could shove her, but she's not worried about it. She's taken much worse falls, even if he manages, but he doesn't try. Her voice drops low and her mouth is close to his when she tells him, "You wanted a partner, not a hooker. I do anything else right now, I'm doing it for you. Not me. That makes me either a whore or a wife and I'm not either."