Rose blinked at those words. The truth was, they were divorced at the time that he was in Austin and who he slept with was his own doing. That had nothing to do with her. However, if that was true, that was a hell of a sucker punch to Rose. Not that she would have said anything to Jeff. Joanne wasn’t a bad-looking woman; she just was a bit of, well, okay being nice, a w***e. She really had slept around and Rose knew that Jeff was a man she had always wanted and hadn’t been able to land.
She glanced over at Jeff as he spit his coffee out, his eyes wide as he stared at Joanne. He finally sat his cup down and stood up, his head shaking. “Back the train up, Joanne. I was drunk, way drunk. You saw me at the bar, you came over to talk, we danced, and I left with my sister. She could read you l
