9

Phoebe

I stared at him for a long moment, rendered speechless. “You can’t. You didn’t want me last night.”

He laughed. “I knew you remembered that.”

I flushed and looked away, hastily selecting something from the menu and giving my order to Dana when she reappeared. She was a perfectly put-together blond woman in her late-thirties, though cosmetics took off a good ten years. Her evident tiredness added five more, but she was still sophisticated and beautiful. That was the kind of woman Damon should want.

My eyes narrowed as I recalled her words. “Have you slept with her?” I grasped hold of his forearm when I asked.

He winced, gently prying my nails from his skin. “I guess I’m not the only one with some jealousy issues.”

I tossed my hair. “Don’t be absurd. I’m just curious.”

He laughed. “Sure you are. I did though.”

“Sleep with her?”

“No sleeping involved, and it was a long time ago, but I was referring to last night. I did want you. I do. I was just trying to be a better man.”

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