"I don't know if I loved you or I was just enthralled with what we'd done." He damned well wasn't going to admit having loved her. Admitting that meant admitting having been caught in her thrall, and that was just weak-- which he had been, then. "We'd killed the president. It was the ultimate aphrodisiac."
Booth's tomb was forgotten as Mark stared at his ex-- current wife. Getting her to understand why he wanted out of this was a lost cause. All they were doing now was fighting atop a traitor's grave.
"So what are we supposed to do? Go back to New York and move in together? Play husband and wife? Maggie'll love that," he laughed bitterly. "It doesn't make sense. If you'd cared so much about this why didn't you try to find me before? Why now?"