Exhaustion did nothing to keep the nerves at bay as she followed Tucker back to his apartment. She wasn’t ready for this. Truth be told, she might never be ready for this, so maybe being railroaded into it was for the best. She owed Tucker an explanation. She didn’t dare hope for more than him maybe not hating her when she finished, because Whitney was right. She was an i***t.
“Want wine?” he asked, ever the congenial host.
“It’d put me to sleep.”
“Okay then.” He kicked back against the kitchen counter and crossed his arms.
For the first time since she’d known him, he didn’t turn on the stereo, so there was no music to set the tone. His usually open expression was shuttered, and Corinne had the sudden thought that she’d hate facing him from the witness stand. This wasn’t her kind, funn
