“Why didn’t you just tell me, Harry?” She straightened in her chair, her voice growing stronger. “Instead, you let me act like a fool.”
“Are you talking about Bridgett? She’s not my girlfriend.” Her eyes narrowed, the eyebrows shot up. “She’s not.”
“Then you should tell her.”
That made him laugh. “She knows. I’ve never pretended to be anyone other than who I am, and she gets that.” Unlike you, who believe I’m some other person: better, honest, trustworthy.
Greta’s next words pinched his crotch. “If she’s not your girlfriend, what is she?”
A sex partner. A call at three in the morning to ease my needs. A substitute for a woman I have no business wanting… “A good time.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets and planted his feet like a soldier readying for battle.
“A good time who lost a diamond earring in your bed.”
“Stop it.”
“I thought if I gave you time, you’d trust me enough to give me a chance. I see the way you look at me, the way you watch me cross a room or eat a bite of food. You want me, Harry Blacksworth, and you’ve wanted me for a very long time. You’re just too much of a coward to do something about it.”
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