Page 51 of The Moment They Can't Forget

“You’re working here now?” he asked.

“Just helping out until I find a job.”

His T-shirt had a small logo on one really nice pec that she knew was for an expensive brand of clothing. His shorts were denim but not cutoffs, and he smelled good again.

“JD, I left my sweater at your place. I saw you come in here, so I followed. It’s the red one.”

Zoe watched Betsy Regal, a pretty, busty blond who had an on-again, off-again relationship with Fox Gleeson, appear. She had that just-got-out-of-bed rumpled look that would take Zoe five hours in a salon to achieve, and even then it could look bad, but on Betsy looked sexy.

“I’ll drop by tomorrow and get it.”

“I can bring it to The Gnat,” JD said, keeping his eyes on Zoe.

“Hi, Zoe, see you at the fair. I have to head home to change before work.” Betsy waggled her fingers.

“It’s not what you think,” JD said when the woman had left.

“I don’t care who you sleep with.” Last night he’d had his hands and mouth on hers and then taken another woman to bed. She felt betrayed and had no right to. They weren’t a couple after all.

“I did not sleep with Betsy,” JD gritted out. “She works for me.”

“What you do is no business of mine.” She snatched the list out of his hand and tried to walk away, but he grabbed her. “I have work to do. You need to leave.”

He moved closer, so close that the toes of his expensive leather sneakers brushed her wedges.

“I’m about done with you judging me, Zoe Duke.”

They stared at each other for long, heated seconds, and then after a last hard look, he left, leaving her raw and exposed.

“Well, hell, the ends of my hair just got singed from the heat coming off you two.”

Zoe walked to the counter and moved behind it.

“If you want my opinion,” Lil said.

“I don’t.”

What she wanted was to get a job and leave Lyntacky, because she had a feeling only then would she forget about JD Hopper and his hot body and big hands.

“Get your things,” she said ten minutes later. “We’re going to the fair. I need confectionary, and lots of it.”

“You two suit each other,” Lil said, following Zoe out the door.

“I need you to not talk about this anymore, Lil. JD is Sawyer’s friend, and I don’t want any of this reaching his ears, or any of my brothers for that matter.” Zoe locked the shop and put the keys in her handbag. Soon they were walking down the street.

“Just tell me one thing,” Lil said.

“What?”

“Is he good in bed?”

“How do you know I slept with him?” Zoe said as they crossed the street.

“Well, duh,” Lil said. “The heat coming off you two was next-level. I concluded that was because you’d been doing the horizontal mambo.”

“He’s good in bed, and it shouldn’t have happened, and I repeat, you have to not tell anyone.”

“How good?”

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