Page 59 of Tasting Fire
“I’ve been off balance since I found out you were engaged.” He lifted his head and a line of blue paint flakes across his forehead looked as if he’d been given a bad pin-striping job.
“I wasn’t ever actually engaged.”
“Still, I’m fumbling.”
And that very fact warmed Emmy’s heart more than almost anything else he could’ve admitted to her. “How many women have you fumbled with? If I remember correctly from your football days, you were an excellent ball handler.”
“Is this some kind of sex-sports metaphor?”
“How many women have tilted you off your axis? Because rumor in this town doesn’t just flow one way. I haven’t had to ask a single question to find out that Cash Kingston might take a woman out, might show her a good time in the bars and in the bed. But…”
“But he doesn’t take any of them home to Mama. Damn you, Emmy McKay, because none of them were you.”
