It had the opposite effect on Clio. He said cold turkey and she couldn't help a small, fond smile curving her lips. "I don't think trauma works like quitting smoking," she said, finally closing the distance between them. She took his hand and she kissed it. "I love you. I want to be with you too. I don't want to keep you from anything or anyone. Maybe- Maybe tomorrow I could go with you to the parsonage?" The thought of it terrified her, but she would try for him.