“I promise I won’t behave.”
“Kitten, you need to make a decision. Either we stay here and behave or we leave now and I promise you”—his voice dipped lower and the words fell against my lips—“if we leave, I won’t behave.”
“I was behaving, just like I promised, but fate intervened.”
“I won’t move a muscle, I won’t come out, I’ll be quiet, I promise. Besides, I’m not the hero type.”
“Stay with me.” “We’re married,” she whispered. “Of course I’ll stay.” “You could decide to leave me.” “I won’t.” “Promise me.” “I have promised. I do promise.”
“You know, Savannah, if you cry, I won’t tell anyone,’ Ken said quietly. ‘I promise.”