Chapter Thirty-Nine:
Nick looked at Inga and balked. He took a forkful of scalloped potato with peas, flavors he thought were meant for each other, and he chewed slowly, buying time. “C’mon, you’ve never been in love, Inga?”
“I’m not the loving kind,” Inga snapped. “I lost that when I was eleven.”
“Eleven? What the hell happened when you were eleven?”
“Use your imagination.”
Nick’s thoughts surged. Sure, he could well imagine, but he selfishly wanted to hear the words drop from Inga’s own lips. Wanted to hear the gritty details of how an eleven-year-old girl had her virginity torn away. And by whom...
Inga seemed to read his thoughts and scorn curled the corner of her mouth.
Nick shut up, then. They ate in silence waiting for the tension to ease.
“But you like me, don’t you?” Nick
