“This wine is better than sex.” My brows rise. “It’s not that good.” She makes a low sound deep in her throat and her blonde hair falls over one shoulder. “You must not be having sex with the right people.” “That’s probably true. I can’t remember the last time one managed to get me off.” “You’re serious?” I ask when she doesn’t laugh it off. She nods and takes another drink of her wine. Her blue eyes are like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Bright and sparkly like sapphire in the sunlight. My brothers would give me so much shit if I ever said that out loud, but I don’t care.
