Page 37 of Sinful Escape

Damn it! How did I let this happen? No more champagne, Daisy.

“Where were you born?”

“In Australia. Cairns, to be exact. Do you know it?”

“Is it near Sydney?”

“No. About a thousand miles north of there.”

“Is it like the Gold Coast? Golden beaches and amazing nightlife?”

By the look in his eyes, glitzy nightclubs obviously appealed to him. “I don’t remember it. I was born there but we moved around a lot.”

He leaned back, clutching his beer. “How much is a lot?”

“I went to nineteen schools in twelve years.”

He whistled. “That is a lot. That must’ve been hard.”

I shrugged. “Didn’t know any different.”

“Your parents still together?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I haven’t seen my father since I was fourteen.”

“Shit.” He sucked air through his teeth. “What an asshole.”

I shrugged. Asshole was just the beginning of derogatory adjectives suitable for my father.

“So, did your mamma remarry?”

I tugged at an annoying curl near my eye. “Jeez, you’re nosey.”

“What? That’s not nosey. Wait till I start asking about your boyfriends.”

I shot him a glare that, by the way he jerked back, must’ve been a little over the top.

“Oooh, that hit a nerve. Now I’m really curious.”

“Not going there.” I clamped my jaw.

“Oh, come on. How bad can it be?”

I gulped my drink, and my mind flashed to an image of William. His gorgeous blond hair that he’d styled to perfection every day. His crystal blue eyes that could look right into my soul. His arms that, when wrapped around me, would make all my troubles go away.

Roman placed his hand on my forearm, lurching me back to the present. “I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

The warmth of his skin and compassion in his expression surprised me. I stared at his cherry popsicle lips. They drew me in with a raw magnetism that I both loved and hated. If I hadn’t seen his behavior with the other women on our tour, I’d think he was flirting with me. Roman knew exactly how to engage with females. Then again, with four older sisters, he had plenty of practice.

He gently squeezed my arm. “What was his name?”

“You don’t give up, do you?”

“We have another nineteen days together. Makes sense that we get to know each other. You can ask me anything.”

“Okay then. Tell me about your girlfriends.”

He huffed. “Not girlfriends. Girlfriend. Uno, just one.”

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