Reckless. Tori Carrington

if just to occupy himself with something other than thoughts of Heidi and Jesse and what had transpired last night.

      Had it really only been last night? He thought of Einstein’s theory of relativity and easily applied it to the situation. It felt as though at least a week had passed since he’d hungrily tasted Heidi’s luscious curves—partly because he hadn’t sampled nearly as much as he’d have liked. Mostly because, God help him, he could think of little else but savoring her again.

      That was all wrong. Wasn’t it? Why couldn’t he recall the regret he’d heard in her voice earlier? Where was his honor? Shouldn’t he be more concerned with whether he was going to explain his behavior to his friend? Or how their activities might affect Heidi’s personal sense of integrity?

      He caught her gaze, curious to see if he’d find his own thoughts reflected in her eyes.

      Kyle cursed under his breath and headed toward the open bar on the other side of the yard. A hand hit him casually in the back. “Going for a brew?” Jesse asked. “Why don’t you get one for me while you’re at it?”