Chapter 71

“No, I don’t. I have no earthly desire to find out when you went out with Johnny, or Dickie, or Harry—or whoever else might be clogging up the romantic files in your memory. Why should I?”

Why, indeed? His voice sounded cold, clipped—she hadn’t heard it sound like that in all the time she had been going out with him.

But something made her probe away—with the poorly applied knowledge of someone who continued to pick a spot: that it always left a scar.

“It’s called wanting to get to know someone better, Scott”

His eyes gleamed out an unspoken warning. “Or intrusion, perhaps?” he questioned easily, getting up from his chair and going to stand behind her, his fingers beginning to rhythmically massage her shoulders.

“I know everything I want to know about you, Miss Sanchez”

She closed her eyes as she felt her body respond to his touch. Instantly turned on by him and furious with herself for being so. She tipped her head back, so that she caught the up