"You don't have to do this, Harley." Miranda knew her voice shook, betraying the fear clawing its way up her throat, but there was no help for it.
He lifted a brow but not the knife currently poised between her breasts. "Do what?"
"Whatever you're planning. Everything up to now has been harassment. Vandalism. Petty stuff. You haven't done anything more than scare me." They'd leave off the kidnapping charges for now. "You can still walk away from this."
Amusement curved his lips. "Why would I want to walk away?"
"Because you have a choice. You have a reputation, Harley. Wouldn't you rather be known for an act of goodwill and compassion instead of as the town drunk and a wife beater?"
Harley sat back on his heels and stared at her. "Are you really trying to give me a speech about being a better man?"
"You can always make the choice to be better."