He'd be hard-pressed to argue with her, in all honesty. Everything that she's ever done in his presence has been, admittedly, pretty damn brilliant. Or at the very least, practical. She's been able to hold with his brand of humor, been able to tolerate him when his blood alcohol content was probably through the damn roof. And somehow, she tolerated all his bullshit without letting him wallow in it. Everything that she did appealed for any number of those reasons, or more still.

And some part of Sawyer couldn't help but think that all those reasons just served as more reason to be careful about how deeply the two of them got involved. But as his lip ran over his slightly chapped lip, and suggestion finally gave his eyes free reign at last, he couldn't help the glances. Couldn't help noticing.

(Hell, she was gorgeous. Like anyone needed good eyes to see that.)

"Whole day, huh," he remarked, trying for levity. "Don't know if it'd be too selfish of me to book t'whole thing."