Page 37 of Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind
Until now, that hadn’t been an issue.
Was Tiberius laying on the charm in the hopes of keeping the heat off Bait? Of wining and dining her and making her believe she was special so she would look the other way when something happened?
Even as her head considered the possibility, other parts of her rallied in protest. She didn’twantto believe Tiberius would use her that way. He did have secrets, though. Of that, she was absolutely certain.
He had said to listen to her heart. That he would answer all her questions. But could he be trusted? Was he genuinely interested in her, or was he just another accomplished con man? Until she discovered exactly why he was being so reticent, she would do well to proceed with extreme caution.
Tomorrow, she was going to do some digging. Unfortunately, she realized, she didn’t know his last name. Why hadn’t she asked for his last name? She added looking up the county records on Bait to her mental to-do list. He had said he owned it with someone else—his brother, Quintus. Tiberius and Quintus. Their parents were either really old-school or nuttier than Betty’s sugared pecans.
Wait ... Quintus.Q.Betty’s words: “Q is one of the owners.” Tiberius’s brother was the guy with the impressive package who had given Betty a private tour and sexed her up!
Well, hell.
That doesn’t mean Tiberius is the same way, her inner voice challenged. Siblings were often vastly different from one another. Betty’s older brother, for example, was nothing like his sex-crazed, outspoken sister. He was one of the most straight-laced, uptight, anal-retentive jerks she had ever met. Maybe this was a similar situation. Tiberius was the conservative, responsible one, while Quintus was the outgoing, good-time guy.
The unexpected ache in her chest suggested otherwise, but she could hope, right?
