“This is why you need me around,” I told him. “I’ve got fresh perspective.” “That’s not the only reason I need you around,” Ben said, sweeter than sugar. He leaned down and kissed my pursed lips. I could taste wine on his, familiar and musky sweet. “You’re after my bussy,” I mumbled against his mouth, delighted when he jerked back so he wouldn’t laugh right in my face. “I just know it.” “Jesus Christ, Robin,” Ben cackled.
