Chapter Two
Jamey stood busying herself at the buffet table. Of all the nerve. Brodie Sinclaire wouldn’t leave well enough alone. He’d been a thorn in her side from the moment she’d arrived. Following her around, pushing and poking at her. Always with a twinkle in his eye. He might be devilishly handsome with his dark hair and sky blue eyes, but he was not for her. She was finished with the male species. Too bad her stomach flip-flopped every time she caught him staring.
And earlier, at the wedding, when he’d pulled her close. Heat rushed to her p***y at the memory. He might drive her nuts, but her body didn’t seem to have a problem with that. She just needed to avoid him a bit longer. Tomorrow she’d head back to Chicago, and the current nightmare that was her life. Brodie would be nothi
