“You don't touch the purse. The purse is sacrosanct.”

“Then his gaze shifted to the wild bush sprouting from her head. “Wow. Did I do that to your hair?” He looked oddly pleased at the thought.Rylann made a mental note to throw a flat iron in her purse the next time she had sex in the shower with a billionaire ex-con. Not that there wasgoing to be a next time. “Not all of us are lucky enough to have freakishly perfect, shampoo-commercial hair. This is what happens when I get wet.”His expression turned wicked. “I know exactly what happens when you get wet, counselor.”Yep, she’d walked right into that one.”

“Nefarious. This is what we get when we hire a Yale boy.”“You missed sacrosanct earlier. And taciturn and glowering,” Jack said.“What’s glowering?”“Me, apparently.”Wilkins pointed. “Now that has to be a joke.” He turned to Davis. “You heard that, right?”Davis didn’t answer him, having spun his chair around to type something at his computer. “Let’s see what Google says… Ah – here it is. ‘Glowering: dark; showing a brooding ill humor.”

“Kyle gazed down at her. “I lied when I said I followed you to the bar because you’re hot.” He touched her cheek. “I saw you laughing with your friends, and your smile sucked me right in.”

“Good. Or instead, what if I just told you that I love you?” Payton gazedinto his eyes. “What would you say, J. D. Jameson, if I told you that?”J.D. smiled. He touched his forehead to Payton’s, closed his eyes, andanswered her with one word.“Finally.”

“Her body trembled as she finally caved. “Touch me, Kyle. Now,” she begged.Thank fucking God.”

“You've met Nick?""Yep, we've met, all right. He was kind enough to inform me that I have absolutely no say in whether you two date.""Well, you don't.""You know, you all could at least pretend that my opinion makes a difference.”