Brommy, who’d been clearly trying to get her attention since he’d arrived, leaned over and glanced at the phone. “You’d look beautiful in that.” Tate glanced at him, and her red mouth quirked. “I’m not sleeping with you, so don’t even try.” Brommy merely smiled. “I’d be disappointed if sleep was involved.” Tate did a double take, then laughed, truly amused. And I knew she was hooked. Which amazed me, because her usual inclination would be to verbally eviscerate him.
