"I'm glad Brad decided to stay at the ranch."
She laughed and rolled onto her side in the bed. "We should have make-up s*x more often." Eventually, they'd made it to Trisha's bedroom, but not before stopping on the stairs and then the hallway.
He sobered. "This doesn't change anything."
Rising from the bed, she walked across the room and opened a dresser drawer. "I know. You're still a devastated, broken man and I'm a woman with too much baggage."
He rested his arm behind his head on the pillow, the motion causing the sheet to slide down to his waist. "When you put it like that, it sounds menial."
"We both know it's not."
Yes, they did know. All tonight managed to do was make things difficult, but he couldn't find the will to regret it. He'd lost control like an animal, and she u
