The word landed like a spark in dry grass. She thought of the time she’d slipped a note into his coat pocket at a party, just his name in her handwriting. She thought of the dream she’d had last week, a dream that left her staring at the ceiling, guilt and heat tangled in her sheets.
“The best ones always are,” he replied, and this time, when his hand moved, it brushed her ankle under the table. A single, deliberate stroke. Naughty seduction sex with gravure geek sister-...
“Mark’s stuck at the hospital,” Theo said, sliding into the booth across from her. A faint scent of rosin and cedar followed him. “Appendectomy. He asked me to keep you company.” The word landed like a spark in dry grass