“Oh, he is, but he likes to show off for the ladies,” he informed me.
“Is that the kind of stuff you like to do, too?” I questioned. He hadn’t with me, and I liked that, but that didn’t mean he didn’t do it with others.
He shrugged. “Not anymore. I haven’t really found the need.”
“Why? Because they all fall at your feet?”
His gaze turned serious. “No, because I haven’t cared about f*****g around. You’re the only woman I’ve been around in a long time.” He guided me toward the wine, clearly ready to change the subject. “Pick a bottle so we can get some fresh air.”
I studied the bottles and found the Riesling that I wanted. He carried it up the stairs and grabbed a corkscrew and wineglass from the kitchen before guiding me out the back door. There were people all around, even swimming in
