Not fair

Carson lifts an eyebrow, the grin beginning to show. “Run away to Las Vegas with a spitfire sheila like you? Don’t tempt me. It’s not fair to dangle a prize in front of my nose while you’ve got an angry mob behind you just waiting to get a clean shot at me, if I touch a hair on your head.”

He thinks for just a moment, processing his options. “Unless you’re scared to be in the dark with me, a quiet beach sounds awfully appealing.”