“Did he really?”
Becky could only laugh with delight. She so loved having Jessica back in town after the fourteen years she’d been living in Chicago.
“He did. Right over there,” Becky pointed at the copper cooking kettle. “I never knew how wonderful it was to make a man lose all control because he’s so desperate to have you.”
Jessica’s smile was huge in turn, “Isn’t it though.”
They worked their way through a pair of the Judge’s smoked salmon omelets as they sat side by side on the couch.
She remembered the first time Harry had sat there while they ate burgers from the Plover. The sweetness of that kiss, so warm, soft, and gentle. And no matter how hard she’d worked her hands and body—which her knee was really complaining about despite wearing the full brace all morning—she hadn’t bee
