“You looked beautiful tonight.”
He sounded almost angry. Why? Because she’d touched his hand earlier? Or simply because she was there when he didn’t want her to be?
“You cleaned up pretty nice yourself.” Instinctively she tried to defuse his temper, to keep the conversation light and harmless. It was what she’d done so often with Howie, and the sudden realization infuriated her.
Why was she always the one to make peace, to be stepped on without regard for her feelings? Winston was absolutely right; she needed to learn to stand up for herself.
“How’s your headache?”
The sugary sweetness in her voice warned him she didn’t mean this morning’s massive hangover. He still ached where her knee had hammered his unprotected groin. But the blazing agony had thankfully faded to a dull twinge.
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