Chapter Twelve
I cool my heels two days before Jason finally shows up, face like a thunderstorm. “Where in the hell have you been?”
“Right here where I told your sommelier I’d be. Where have you been?” This is vintage Jason, and this time, I’m not falling for it. “I showed up right on time, just like the dutiful son I am, and was subjected to a humiliating lesson in wine quality-”
“Which you would already be aware of if you paid any attention at all instead of focusing on your next lay.”
“I haven’t been laid in weeks,” I bristle. Okay, it’s been about ten days, but it was weeks before that. Gorgeous has ruined me for other p***y.
“And you won’t be, because I swear I will rip your balls off if you make a pass at anyone while you’re here.”
“Who died and made you my keeper?” My hand twi
