Rachel Laine (The Women of Merryton book 3)
“I’m blaming the alcohol.”
Taylor’s facial expression was somewhere between amused and confused. “You were drinking with him?”
“No.
He made dinner, which by the way was amazing, and I had a glass of wine during dinner, and another one while we talked in front of the fireplace.”
That definitely amused her, by the smirk on her face. “You were sitting in front of the fire drinking wine?”
“No, we were eating this beyond fantastic cake he made.”
She laughed. “So you were on a date with him.”
“No, no. We were talking.”
“Then why were you getting tingles? And what do you mean by tingles?”
“Oh come on, I see the way you look at Easton, you’ve gotten the tingles before.”
“Oh, those kind of tingles.”
I placed my head in my hands and sighed loudly. “Yes, those kind. The kind I shouldn’t be having.”
“Why shouldn’t you? You’re both attractive and single. He is single, right?”
I looked up into her half-worried face. “Yes, but, Taylor, he slept with my sister and she died giving birth to their child.
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