“Why the hell is she lip-locked with him?”
“Who fucking knows? Let’s get this table moved.”
* * *
Bailey pulled awayand smiled kindly.
“Sorry if that was inappropriate.”
“Totally fine. See you tonight.” She touched his arm gently and turned to leave. There had been no connection, no zap or zing or whatever there should have been. Her eyes found Simon, who was helping load a table into the crate, and she sighed.
She supposed the zero connection would have to do for now because she had no business pursuing what she really wanted.