"Just you." He spoke, laughing to himself. She just made it too easy to press her buttons. He knew exactly where they were and he was going to push them as much as he freaking could. "My God, it's better than sex. If I could I'd take all that hate, put a ring on it, make sweet sensual love to it, father at least seven kids with it, build a house of disdain with a white picket fence of utter loathing for it, and grow old with it.... I would. In a freaking heartbeat."