Chapter 411

“Love?” She looked at him like he had just vomited on her. “Love is a crock of shit. Love doesn’t put food on the table or clothes on your back.” Jonathon studied her as she tipped her head back and drained the last of her glass. There was more to that story and damned if he didn’t want to find out what it was. “If not love then you must at least have to be attracted to the guy,” Jonathan said. She turned to look at him, her eyes slowly caressing him. He held perfectly still, not wanting to break the moment. “He was attractive,” she said, her husky voice now rougher. Jonathon leaned forward until their noses almost touched. He took a deep breath in, breathing in her scent, and her eyes fluttered. Slowly, so as not to frighten her away, he lowered his mouth to hers. The techno crap that had been playing faded and an Etta James song started playing, the words to ‘At Last’ rained like a prophecy over them. Her lips were soft and when she parted them and his tongue touched hers, he tasted