He hadn’t argued with her. He hadn’t insisted they “talk about” things, either. He wasn’t ready to do that, and he doubted she was, either. He had simply held her for a minute or two before rolling out of her bed, stumbling into his clothes and driving himself all the way back into the city with a dumb-ass grin on his face. He’d showered and changed at his apartment, and then headed in to work, stopping for a supersize Mac-breakfast on the way.Sean was nervous as hell about what to say and how to act when he saw Jones at work that morning. He wondered if she would act differently toward him. He wondered if a night of mind-blowing passion between enemies changed everything or nothing at all. He wondered what she was feeling and thinking about it—hell, he wondered what he was feeling and thinking about it.He could count on one hand the things he did know. He knew that he didn’t dislike Julie Jones as much as he’d always pretended to—or at all. And maybe he’d kind of known that all along.
What do You think about Thicker Than Water (2003)?
