It was late and way past my bedtime, but I had no desire to end this and go home.
Smith and I had moved to a little booth beside the bar, and I was trying to keep it together, despite the fact that his jealousy had my heart singing. Why would a man care who a woman had a baby with if he was just in it for the s*x? And more to the point, why the hell weren’t we having s*x if he was just in it for the s*x?
having sexThese were the questions that plagued me as we sat talking and nursing our next round of drinks. I quickly realized that thoughts like those were a descent into madness. I would literally drive myself crazy if I kept trying to analyze every word he spoke. Instead, I focused on the man in front of me.
I loved everything about tonight. The reservation he’d made at that swanky re
