"Tracey, stop. Look at me, please." He loosened his hold on her, turned her gently. Daniel lifted her chin, stroked her cheek with his thumb. "I'm not a fool, despite what you might think. I know we're not in love. I know this situation isn't ideal, but I think we have a chance." He kissed her forehead, her cheeks. "Honestly, I find the idea of you as my wife much more appealing than a stint in prison. Would being with me really be that bad?" He would do anything he could to make her happy. Wasn't that enough?