“Sure.”
She made me a drink, a double scotch on the rocks, and placed it on the counter in front of me. “Didn’t expect to see you in here.”
“Didn’t expect you to ignore my texts.”
“I didn’t ignore them. Just didn’t have anything to say.”
I took a drink as I stared at her, wondering if she’d been thinking about me as much as I’d been thinking about her. Beautiful women were a dime a dozen, but this woman had something special. I wasn’t sure if it was the I-don’t-give-a-f**k attitude, the sass, or just her incredible t**s—or all of the above.
“You said you had a meeting. Where do you work?”
I didn’t answer the question, not wanting my reply to be overheard by anyone who may be listening.
She knew I ignored her, but she didn’t repeat the question or pry into my silence. She worked on h
