The question taunted Sean as he left the Rusted Keel.How did he know Lily Banyon’s breasts were 100 percent warm, pliant flesh and not synthetic balloons?That was easy. Because she’d had them since she was thirteen years old.You claiming you’ve handled the goods, Mayor?Never had the pleasure.Correction. There was that one fleeting moment. But that memory, along with so many others, was Sean’s personal Pandora’s box. In his surprise over her return, he’d dropped his guard. And the box had opened a crack. With fierce resolve, Sean slammed its lid shut as forcefully as he wrenched open the door to Lily’s metallic blue subcompact.The engine of her car idling, Lily had been waiting an eternity for a break in the rush hour traffic. Too busy scanning the cars roaring past in either direction, she hadn’t seen Sean crossing the length of the parking lot, aiming straight for her.When the passenger door flew open, Lily’s head whipped around in alarm. “What the—” Alarm turned to outrage when she saw who it was.
