Stephen leans back in his seat, brow raising and reading glasses tugged down as he looks her over. He's lucky for so many reasons, he knows that. He's lucky that she's here at all, that she even agreed to date him, let alone live with him, because she's brilliant and passionate and wicked in all the right ways. But looking at her now, it sure as hell doesn't hurt that she's also gorgeous.

"If I did," he says solemnly, "I would not tell you."