I couldn't think much less of Caleb, but it made me think less of Noah. Let's go backstage. One in California, and one in New Orleans, but they weren't here, and I was. And worse.
Barbara was good at it, like she'd had practice. He put one of his arms across that spill of leg, and the other arm held the jacket tight around me. I'd meant to simply drop Nathaniel at the club and run to my next appointment, but a call on my cell phone had taken a lot of the angst out of my schedule. I watched him, felt how much he wanted to shove himself inside me, but that part of him that was still Richard, still thinking so hard, was afraid.
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