She was still holding out his hand, laughing green eyes. - I like to be on the "you" to the gentlemen who own my soul. This business. - JP Harrington, - he said quietly, shaking her hand. - The next time you decide to commit suicide, had warned me - I will remove away. She realized the irony, and her smile soon faded. - I did not ask me to save, Harrington. - No? - No. I can well take care of myself. - Well, still, we have seen that evidence. She tried to pull his hand, but he is not moving his fingers toyed with her anger. The wild red curls, even more wild green eyes made her look like a witch. For a moment, JP imagined their acquaintance would look somewhere else.