Especially when he’d let it slip that morning about meeting her for a late dinner the night before. The dinner had been great. They’d walked down the street and grabbed pizza at a small hole in the wall place. Seated on the plastic stools at the chipped countertop, he’d felt himself falling harder for the woman next to him. Not only was she sexy as hell, she was intelligent and funny too. They’d spent the whole hour talking about everything and anything, except the past. She didn’t ask about his family and he didn’t ask about hers. There was none of the life history getting-to-know-you shit. It had all been about who they were now, not how they got to be there. “You think because you’ve fucked her you know her? Kane, think about it. What do you really know about her?” “She’s an Oilers fan, and she’s never tried to tie me up.” “I think she doesn’t need to tie you up. She’s already got you right where she wants you.” Jack tossed a file in his lap and limped away. With a heavy sigh Kane picked up the folder.
