And every time he does, Molly registers it as a win. This frustratingly logical, machine-like man had evolved right before her. And not just this past week. It started long ago. She knew what he was capable of being. She saw in him a deep pool of emotions he tried so hard to repress. She saw it would kill him someday if he didn't start to admit they were there and they were valid. Now here he is and she never expected to be the one with him on the other side of that hurdle.

"Tell me what you're thinking," she requests. "I mean...if you want."