Actually, she wasn’t even sure why she bothered with it. Cal’s shirt more or less covered the thing anyway. Weird how it seemed dirtier than if she’d just been in the skirt. As good as he’d made her feel by asking her to stay…she felt just as dismissed now. Maybe Cal reall...
She slammed the glass on the table between them and tipped her head toward the one sitting in front of Marissa. “Game time. A shot per question, whoever asks.” Getting trashed at the hole-in-the wall bar across the street from the castle-like hotel hadn’t been what she’d e...