“No cuddling. No kissing. No romance.” There in the dingy motel room, Fallon drills a finger into my chest as she relays her rules. “Sounds borin’,” I drawl. That sharp eyebrow lifts. “Fine. Have fun by yourself.” She turns, but I snag her wrist. “Where you goin’?” “Back to the bar. To find someone who can play my way.” “That ain’t funny.” Her smirk doesn’t amuse me. “Nothin’ ’bout you with another man is funny.” Her shrug is casual. “A girl’s gotta blow off steam. Don’t take it personal.”
