Page 151 of The Bet
“But you did think I was, at the beginning, didn’t you?”
She had to think back, because the guy she had first met was so different to the guy who now sat in the car with her and whose kisses made her toes curl. She’d had him down for being a player, a womanizing jerk who thought women were nothing but sexual objects to be used and abused.
How wrong she had been.
They sat in the car, holding hands, saying nothing. Just like last time, when she had told him about her dad, telling him about Shoemoney had lifted a weight. She felt lighter, almost freer.
“Want me to come in with you?” he asked.
She sighed. “You have a meeting tomorrow, remember.” And somehow, talking about that incident had made her turn somber.
“Don’t worry about the meeting. I want to make sure you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. I’ve got you,” she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. “And I need to sleep, and you do, too.”
“You’re right,” he said, tracing along her cheek with his finger.
“Goodnight.”
