"No, no, and no." [i] Lance said, massaging his temples with his hands like she was giving him a headache..which she was. The worst part was, he wanted to like her. She was a likable enough person, but he couldn't do it knowing she could know what happened to Belle. His, Belle. Or working with Creed and Salem. The men who murdered Damien.[/i] "There are a few thousand people down there who you could have salivating over your cleavage, and yet you choose me to give a migraine. How did I get so lucky?"