Brenden advanced on him. The two of them at the edge of the staircase, probably not unlike Becs and whichever brother she’d been arguing with had been placed. Becs had slapped the man, he’d fallen. Gotten up and then lost his footing. Down he went. Were Becs’ instincts part of the DNA make-up of her son? Jimmy could feel his breath, hot, red wine permeating off his tongue. After nearly a minute of silence, he finally spoke.
“Did you even like me? Or was it a revenge f**k?”
“You came after me.”
“You didn’t answer the question, Jimmy McSwain.”
“What we did, I couldn’t have done if I wasn’t attracted to you.”
“An evasive answer. Ever the private eye. Keep things close to the vest.”
“I kissed you in the limo not because I was mad. Because I was trying to see if I could move on.”
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