“It’s about us then,” he said. “And that kiss.”
She’d grounded herself from thinking about that kiss. That one, drunken, very stupid kiss. The kiss that had haunted her dreams and way too many awake moments as well. “Fine. We had a kiss, whatever,” she said. “The mirror’s still not for sale.”
His gaze met hers and warmed, turning smoky and dangerously charismatic. “I could change your mind, Kylie.”
And that was just the thing. He probably could. Not that she would ever give him another shot at her. Ever.