After taking another sip of wine, she went on, “Jeff was different then, too. He played football. Was good at it, too, although he knew he wasn’t good enough to catch the eye of any pro recruiters. Anyway, he was sort of a golden boy, and I suppose I was flattered beyond belief that he would show any interest at all in me. But….” She hesitated. Okay, she’d kissed Jack, and so their relationship was now on a very different level than it had been even a half hour ago, but was it right for her to be completely honest now? How much did she really want to share?
“But…?” he prompted. The light from the rising moon had begun to fill the room, and she could see his features more clearly now, the strong outlines of his nose and chin, the shimmer of moonlight along his dark hair.
God, he was good-
