“She found the picture.”
“You’ve got to be a bit more specific.”
“You know the picture. The only one of just the two of us. You have a copy.”
My heart threaded. And I ignored the heat claiming my cheeks. I knew the picture. My copy was tucked away, and I only pulled it out during times I needed to remember that there was more to life than criminals and thugs. “Still not seeing the problem.”
“You remember it, don’t you?” He lolled his head in my direction. “The one of us on the beach.”
“Did you tell her that was a million years ago? We were eighteen. Why would she get jealous anyway? You’ve known her two weeks. I think I’d be more worried that your girlfriend was going through your things unless, of course, you gave her a key. You didn’t give her a key, did you?”
“Hell no.” He gruffed. “But she knows where I keep my spare.”
“Breaking and entering is a crime, and so is trespassing. You can press charges.”
“You’re missing the point. She was jealous over our picture.” Ben grabbed the extra pillow on the bed and cradled it against his chest as he rolled onto his side. “Besides, she’s very astute.”
“Big word for a drunk guy.”
“Everything is big on me, darlin’, or have you forgotten?”
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. It was too late in the evening for this conversation. “If you aren’t going to explain, then I’m going to bed.”
“She said I never looked at her the way I was looking at you.”
“We had a summer fling before you left for college. We were young and stupid, and unless there’s more to this story that you aren’t telling me, I still don’t see the issue besides her being all stalkerish and going through your things.”
Ben’s eyes started to drift closed. “I told her I’d never look at her that way because I’ve never stopped loving you.”
Sure you haven’t.Ben Michaels was going to drive me to drink. He’d grown from the scruffy teen that I’d fallen in love with a decade ago into one hell of a sexy bastard. It was no wonder he had his choice of women. Even drunk and passed out on my bed, it took all of my reserve not to climb in next to him. He was one tall drink of iced tea on a hot summer day. Looking at this man would always be a guilty pleasure, but like with everything sinful, he, too, was hazardous to my health.
