God, he was a s**t. A total s**t. Here Jenny McAllister was thinking he was this great guy — and he had to wonder what assholes she’d hooked up with in the past, if she was looking at him as some shining example of manly integrity — when in reality he was just a lying bag of crap.
He really needed to tell her the truth. And then he wondered how many of these margaritas on the rocks he’d have to consume before he worked up the courage.
On a Sunday night, the El Charro Café wasn’t quite as busy as it would have been on a Friday or Saturday, but the place still hummed. Colin had brought Jenny here because it was a landmark, and because she’d commented that there wasn’t as much good Mexican food in her part of the world as one might think. They’d both ordered margaritas on the rocks, shared
