Page 16 of Romeo

“Like men.”

“Yes, I touch men, but not in a creepy way, Romeo. I’ll leave that to you.” She ate a few more fries. Like the burger, they were cold, but she certainly wasn’t going to waste them.

“Don’t fuckin’ touch men.”

She lifted her gaze from her food to the man across the table. “I meant women.”

“Don’t touch anyone who don’t want me touchin’ them.”

“They probably only regret it after it happens.”

“Damn, woman.”

She shrugged. “Am I wrong?”

“You regret me touchin’ you?”

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” she warned, even though she wasn’t sure if Romeo even had any.

He blinked at her.

She grinned at him.

He scowled.

Her grin grew.

His scowl deepened and his burger sat forgotten. “It was great, right?”

“Great is being… generous.”

His spine snapped straight, and his heavily bearded chin jerked up. “What the fuck d’you mean?”

She shrugged and pointed a fry in his direction. “I had nothing to compare it to back then. Now I do.” She popped it into her mouth and waited while she chewed.

“Now you do?” exploded from him. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“Do I have to explain it to you?”

His deep brown eyes narrowed on her and she swore his voice dropped a whole octave when he asked, “How many?”

Maddie held those eyes with her own. “What does that matter?” That was nobody’s business but her own.

“It don’t.”

“Seems like it does. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have asked.”

Did he just grind his teeth?

The horn dog was bothered by someone else having sex? Or more likely, a woman having sex with someone other than him?

That was plain stupid. They had sex five years ago. Once.

It had been a mistake.

Not because he was awful in bed. She learned later that he’d been better than most, but the mistake was having sex with him for the wrong reason.

And that reason made her as selfish as him.

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