Her lips compressed. “I can’t blame you for that.”
I’d been wondering exactly what the nature of their relationship was. “He hasn’t….” I began, then stopped myself. Did I really want to force her into making revelations she’d rather were kept hidden?
But to my surprise, one corner of her mouth gave an ironic lift. “God, no. That is, I’m sure he wanted to, but that was one area where Ian actually turned out to be useful. When Margolis tried to put a move on me, I told him I was mourning my fiancé, and he let it go. I’m certainly not trying to defend his behavior, but at least he’s not into forcing women. I think he’d prefer to think of himself as some sort of post-apocalyptic Don Juan.”
Shuddering, I took a sip of wine in an attempt to get the bad taste out of mouth. “Yuck.”
“That about
