She let herself be diverted, for now. Damn her curiosity, and her conscience, that kept drawing her into things she’d no business being involved in. “You’re welcome to get to know me,” she commented. “Ask me anything, I don’t keep secrets. But sure, let’s carry on.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. He felt a little tempted to take her up on her offer. After all, it was the first time he’d told someone something so personal, maybe it could also be the first he actually got to know a person. But he resisted. “Thanks but no thanks,” he poured another glass of scotch and carried it with him as he walked around the bar to stand beside her. “Sorry for getting angry like that. But it wasn’t your fault, okay?”
“Even you don’t believe that.” Summer looked up at him, frowning and sad. “I pried, and this is the result. I wish you … will you let me make it better?”