Page 35 of Without Apology

Since it was now clear he’d walked in thinking he would be meeting Emma, I reached into my purse to grab my cash. “I didn’t realize. I’ll leave you to your evening.”

“Wait. Stay.” He settled his fingers over my wrist.

The touch of his skin on mine caused a tingle through my entire body.

He didn’t look unaffected himself.

“Okay. But isn’t Tom at this hotel, too? Won’t he wonder why we’re having drinks?”

“He’s out of town.”

“Oh.”

“Will you stay?”

He’d been such an asshole the last time we’d spoken, I was on the fence. But I was also curious for answers. Not to mention my body was holding a mutiny by refusing to budge from the stool.

“Okay. Maybe for a few minutes longer.”

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