Harry groaned.
It had been a full half an hour that he had held Becky Billings—close. At first it had been friendly, cozy, and arousing as hell. Becky was a sweet package to cuddle with. When he held her, he knew that he was, without question, holding a woman. And she had abandoned herself to it, letting whatever parts of them come together to do just that. When she stepped back, he could feel the cold replace the warm outline of her upon his chest.
“I’m used to a different kind of woman.”
“What? Standoffish ones? No, you don’t have that problem, do you? Tall ones? Beautiful ones?” She bit off the last strangely.
“I’m used to ones that I don’t accidentally speak my thoughts aloud to.” That was a given.
“Objection: irrelevant. The court directs the counselor to please answer the origin
