“So, it wasn’t Jerald, huh?”
“No, it wasn’t Jerald.” She giggled softly, patting his shoulder. “He and I have never gotten past kissing and a little pointless groping.”
“You’ll have to explain to me how groping can ever be pointless,” he teased, winking at her over his wine glass.
“Cause it went nowhere,” she explained. “I just felt guilty and a more than a little weird.”
“Ever groped your sister?”
Rhett straightened up, shuddering. “Oh, that’s so not fair!” He rubbed his hands on his jeans, squirming uncomfortably.
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