She imagined it as he listed off the possibilities, most of which she had thought about, herself, on several occasions. She leaned her cheek against her hand, lazily taking bites of cake as she listened. “A life without guilt…” she murmured, her voice trailing off. She glanced down at her scarred hand, the Ring on her finger. “Yeah. I’d really like that.” She met his gaze, looking at him with fondness. “And more dinners with you, for as long as you’re not sick of me.”