"I should have realized your needs and anticipated them. Knowing you were alone, I should have set better safeguards to protect you." "Mikhail, I am capable of looking after myself." Her blue eyes were very earnest, impressing on him the truth of her words. He really didn't need to worry. Mikhail did his best to keep from smiling. She was too good, always believing the best of everyone. His fingers circled her small calves. "You are the most beautiful woman in the world, Raven. You do not have a mean bone in your body, do you?" Raven looked indignant. "Of course I do. Don't smile like that, Mikhail, I really do. I can be just as mean if necessary. In any case, what has that to do with what we're talking about?" His hand moved upward to her rib cage beneath the thin silk of his shirt. "We are talking about me needing to protect the one person who matters to me, the one who can only see good in everyone." "I do not," she denied, shocked that he would think so."