Sally narrowed her eyes and stared at him, then pursed her lips and said, “Well, gosh. You know, David, I never had a brother but I imagine that’s just exactly how he would have kissed me if I ever did.”
He felt blood rushing into his cheeks and against his will his jaw tightened. He really didn’t want to say anything but caught himself muttering, “Sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Sorry for kissing me like I was a prize bass you just yanked out of the pond or sorry you’re still — and believe me when I tell you, I can’t even believe I’m saying it — still in love with Julianne McNeill?”
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