Page 99 of Property of Whiskey

Her lips curve. “Maybe the sandwich did it for me.”

“Then marry it.”

“You jealous?”

“Of dinner?”

Her eyes stay on mine. “What if I am flirting?”

“Then you’re doing it for a reason.”

“What if the reason is I want to?”

That lands harder than it should. I release her wrist.

“Careful.”

“You keep saying that.”

“Because you keep making dumb decisions.”

“Like you?”

“Especially me.”

She moves closer until her thigh brushes mine, and my cock notices immediately.

Fucking traitor.

Her gaze flicks down and comes back up with a smug little smile.

“You ain’t as unaffected as you pretend.”

“You noticed that?”

“Hard not to.”

“Never claimed I was unaffected.”

That surprises her. “You want me.”

“Hell, yeah.”

Simple. No point lying. I try to stay away from club whores. Learned enough from my ex about mixing women and club life. Ain’t many women in town I give a second glance to. Twila caught my eye years ago.

She swallows. “How long?”

“Long enough.”

“How long is long enough?”

“Since before you noticed.”

The smugness fades. Something softer replaces it, which is dangerous in a whole different way.

“Why didn’t you do anything about it?”

“Your daddy.”