He had her there. They always followed through on each other's crazy, mental, batshit mad ideas. But she wasn't giving up that easily. She was nothing if not combative until the very end, and this was no different, no matter how completely tempting he was. She narrowed her eyes and gripped the sofa with either hand. "The only way you're getting me out of here is to pry my away from this sofa kicking and screaming," she challenged, fully expecting him to be crazy enough to try it. She'd give him hell, though. She did not want to go out in this storm. She really didn't see how getting struck by lightning would cure any fears of such.