Page 53 of An Indecent Longing

“Or was that just an idle threat?”

“It wasn’t a threat.”

She hadn’t thought Ian’s voice could get any rougher.

Before she could respond, Ben had thrown money on the table and slid out of the booth.

“Ian, we’ll see you at home.”

Then Ben leaned down to speak into Ian’s ear. She couldn’t hear what he said, but the look the cousins exchanged held for several long seconds.

Ben turned, took her arm, and started toward the exit.

She refused to look back to see if Ian followed.

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