My Fair Fortune

The moment the thought formed, it seemed equally ridiculous. After all, he had been the one who’d exercised tough love on Clark Ball, sending him back to work rather than letting him take the afternoon off. If Brodie wanted to sabotage them, he could’ve simply let the electrician walk off the job. They wouldn’t have met the deadline to fix the electrical problems, and Cowboy Country would’ve failed the inspection.

Why did it bother her?

“Because it feels like you haven’t been honest with me.”

That seemed to wipe the smug smirk right off his face.

For about two seconds.

“I haven’t been honest with you?”

She let his words hang in the air, knowing where he was going with this.

“I suppose I could say the same about you, Cait from Chicago.”

She refused to let his words faze her. Until he said, “Do you see how bloody ridiculous this is?”

She sighed. “Oh, my God. I do. As hard as we’ve tried to skirt the issue, we’re going to have to talk about what happened that night.”

“Well, I don’t know if we have to go that far.”

“Brodie, we do. Because if we talk about it—or at least acknowledge it—then we can move past it and get to work.”

“Fair enough. We had sex and it was quite wonderful, if you must know.”

She felt her face flush. “Well, I really wasn’t thinking we should editorialize, but thank you.”

Dammit, it had been good. One night of pure pleasure that would’ve been pretty darn-near close to perfect if he hadn’t reappeared in her life and reignited that longing she felt every time she looked at him...or caught him looking at her...like he was doing right now.

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