His words were a balm on a wound she'd inflicted upon herself, although it didn't settle the twist in her heart nor did it calm the way it raced as she looked at him now. Jealousy still echoed within her even if she believed his words, she closed the distance between them, looking up at him as she pulled at the zipper at the front of her dress, tugging it down a few inches. "Prove it." It was less of a command than anything else she'd said, less of a command and more of a plea.