Rhett had found a loophole that hadn't occurred to Cecilia at all. And to be absolutely fair, a few years ago, when Cecilia had been a different person, without her very specific brand of trauma, she would have agreed. Perhaps reluctantly, but in the end she would have seen it as possibly the lesser evil above all else.
It wasn't a few years ago. Cecilia wasn't that person anymore. Cecilia had a very specific brand of trauma. The kind that set her pulse to racing at the idea of somebody putting their hands on her. Her throat went dry, and even as her pulse was racing in her ears the world around her seemed to have slow down drastically. Slowly, carefully, Cecilia climbed to her feet and stood facing him, her eyes never flickering away from his face.