It's all messed up," she said.	"What is?" he asked quietly from behind her.	"Us."	"We're doing okay."	"I didn't set out to trap you or anything." Keith had accused her of that a hundred times.	"I don't feel trapped."	"Why?"	"I'm a simple guy. I have a beautiful woman in my arms. What's there to complain about?"	"I'm hardly beautiful. I look like an eggplant."	"Purple is my favorite color."	"There's a really annoying dinosaur you might want to watch with Justin over breakfast." But she smiled into the darkness.
Dana Marton, Deathblow
romantic-suspense