Rogue chuckled quietly and shook her head. "Not a bit," she answered, amusement and affection in the words. "That didn't stop him though, the incorrigible idiot. He was always trying to steal a kiss, even though it would knock him out for an hour or two. He said I was worth it."

Her swamp rat had been something else, all right. A veritable ladies man, she'd never understood why he'd pursued her so persistently. But she knew now. She had his memories of the first time he saw her, of being so pleased at making her laugh, of the exhilaration of fighting at her side. The immense sadness at knowing he was dying and wouldn't be able to protect her anymore.