Wild Fling or a Wedding Ring?. Mira Lyn Kelly

me like that!” she snapped.

      “So this—this animosity is about the vows?” he asked, suddenly curious about the strength of her convictions.

      She blinked twice, and then met his stare with her own. “Don’t mock me. Of course it’s about the vows. And my job. Amanda’s my boss. It’s despicable that you don’t have enough respect for your poor wife to keep your tongue to yourself.”

      “Hey, as I remember it, you seemed rather eager for my tongue last night.” And she’d tasted good, too.

      “But to drag me into your—your debauchery is unconscionable—”

      Debauchery? Come on, that was cute.

      “Of course if you don’t care about your marriage, why would I think you’d care about jeopardizing my career?”

      Now, that wasn’t something she should have to worry about. This had gone far enough.

      “Just settle down. You’ve got me all wrong—” he began, feeling better than he had since the moment she tore out of the bar.

      “Save it. I haven’t got you at all.” With a cock of her head and a patronizing smile, she added, “Nor do I have any desire to get you.”

      “No, Cali, really, you—”

      “Please! I’m not interested. If you’ll give me the key and the address, we can say goodbye now and get on with the fallout from this freaking disaster.” Her fury seemed to burn away as he watched. She slumped against the wall, her face slackened and her lids closed. “Please.”

      Jake caught her chin between his finger and thumb and forced her to look at him. “Let me finish.”

      Sure he had her attention, he softened his voice and lowered his face an inch closer to hers. “I didn’t realize Amanda still referred to me as her brother-in-law, because, lawfully speaking, I’m not. The ‘poor wife’ you’re referring to remarried four years ago, and has been living quite happily with Paulo ever since.”

      Her mouth dropped open, making Jake’s curve.

      “I. Am. Not. Married.”