Page 308 of A Matter of Time

“His question exactly.” I smiled lazily, pushing my half-eaten piece of apple pie away from me before I jolted in realization.

“The hell was that?”

“Nine months? How did you know I was with Aaron Sutter for nine months?”

He didn’t answer.

“Sam Kage.”

“Maybe I checked,” he muttered.

“And?”

“That’s all. You saw me that time on the street, I might’ve seen you a few times as well.”

“We were both scared.”

He nodded. “Tell me more about him.”

“Why?”

“I want to hear why it didn’t work.”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do.”

I did, and Sam knew me too well to not get it out of me. “He wanted me to be a certain way, and I didn’t feel like changing just to please him.”

“Nobody can change anybody else; it’s not possible.”

We were in complete agreement on that one point.

“Was he good in bed?”

I groaned. “How is that your business?”

“Was he?”

“Yes.” I answered far too quickly.

His grin was instant and evil as he stared at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “You lie. He didn’t do it for you at all.”

“You have no idea what you’re even⁠—”

“The hell I don’t.” He almost cackled, leaning forward, pointing at me. “I bet he was one of those gentle, considerate guys, huh, J. The kind who asks what he can do first. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Aaron was⁠—”

“Lousy in bed,” he crowed, getting up only to take a seat beside me in the booth.

“Go back over there,” I grumbled, pushing on his chest, trying to get him to move.

His thigh was pressed to mine, and he leaned against me, his warm breath on the side of my neck, his lips hovering over my skin.

“He was the sensitive type, huh, J?”

“Yes,” I snapped at him, trying to scoot over. “And a lot of guys get off on that.”