he drawled, ensnaring her gaze with his own. “Now it’s my turn.” “Your turn?” “Yeah, so listen up, honey. I’m a friend of Trevor’s but not a close one. Yes, he called me after the wedding fiasco and met me to cry out his sins and try to shift the blame as usual. I listened to him and that was it. No, I stand corrected. I told him he was an idiot who got exactly what he deserved, but ol’ Trev, as usual, didn’t take that into his thick head.” “I-” Shaking his head, he released her wrist to lay his finger against her lips. “Uh-uh, Belle, this is my turn, remember?” Remember his turn? She was lucky to remember her own name, especially when that calloused finger slid down to gently stroke across her bottom lip before sliding down further to tilt her chin up slightly. His eyes darkened, but he continued calmly, his voice washing over her like black velvet - wicked and soft. “I knew who you were as soon as I saw you, and I agreed to take you out because I liked you on sight, and that sight was you storming down the church aisle to give Trevor his comeuppance.
