"Wait," Savannah cut in, looking at me. "How do you know so much about Nash's investors?"
"I, uh, I–When I was in New York, we had dinner after my flight got canceled, and we, uh, talked."
"Talked?" Sterling smirked. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
If I'd had something to throw at her, I would have beaned it straight at her head. Instead, I took another long sip of wine, draining the glass. Before I could stop her, Quinn refilled it.
"Is that when you slept with him?" Sterling pushed.
I nodded, unable to get myself to answer the question out loud, and drank more wine.
"Was it good?" Savannah asked, one strawberry blond eyebrow raised. "Please tell me that man is good in bed."
"Did you see him when he was here?" Sterling asked.
Savannah nodded. "I was in the hall when he came out and saw Parker." She fanned herself, grinning. "And I second the idea that he's here for her."
I shook my head again, my face on fire. He couldn't be here for me? Could he? "The whole idea is insane," I muttered. "I'm still married."
"Is that your only objection?" Hope asked.
"Or was he a dud in bed?" Quinn looked at the pic on my phone again. "I don't believe it."
Sterling reached over and poked me. "Don't hold back, Parks, tell us. Come on. I've sworn off men forever. I want to live vicariously through you. Give me the deets."
I sighed and drank more wine. "Okay. Fine. It was like this–We were on the way to the airport and I got a message saying my flight was canceled. Nash has a place in the city and he invited me to stay in his guest room so I wouldn't have to get a hotel. We cooked dinner together. And then–"
"And then what?" Sterling shouted. "Did he jump you?"
I shook my head and slugged back more wine. "No." Another gulp of wine. "I kissed him," I confessed in a rush. "I didn't mean to. I didn't. I was in the kitchen and I turned around and he was there and he was looking at me like... Like he wanted to devour me. And I kissed him."
"Then what happened?" Quinn demanded.
"How long has it been for you?" Sterling asked, staring at Quinn. "Can't you guess what comes next?"
Quinn shoved an elbow into Sterling's side. "I mean exactly what happened next. Did he do her on the kitchen island? Sweep her into his arms and carry her off to his lair? What?"
"Option two," I whispered, dizzy at the memory. "We didn't get a lot of sleep."
"How many times?" Hope asked, an amused glint in her eyes.
"You can't tell Griffen!" I shouted, sitting up in a rush, wine sloshing to the rim of my glass, every thought suffused with horror at the idea of Hope sharing this conversation with my brother.
Hope harrumphed at me, reminding me of Savannah and Miss Martha. "I can keep a secret. Griffen doesn't need to know everything. Now spill. How many times? He looks like he has stamina."
"Oh my god," I muttered to myself, shaking my head. "Three times," I whispered. "And every one was spectacular."
"Woo Hoo!" Sterling cheered, pumping her fist in the air. "You go, Parker. I bet Tyler sucks in the sack."
"Sterling," Quinn hissed at her.
Sterling was unrepentant. "Tell me I'm wrong."
I couldn't. "Tyler only cares about Tyler, so..."
Sterling flopped back into the sofa. "Figures. Did you know?" At my questioning look, she clarified, "That he wanted you? Nash, I mean."
"I had an idea," I admitted.
