Chapter 32

“Clifton swooped me into the men’s room at a nearby marina store and had his way with me.”

“And you loved every minute of it.”

She blushed. “I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Oh, but you are. Don’t you even go there. I know of your past, Rebecca. I’ve studied the sexy guys you’ve slept with throughout the years between your husbands.”

“Those were flings,” she admitted. “I think I’m a little more serious about the cowboy.”

I rolled my eyes and tried not to laugh. She didn’t have a serious bone in her body about any of her affiliations. Men had come and gone in her life like the common winter’s cold. Shameless, she had had quite a lot of dick in her days, not that I judged her. Some of those guys I would have liked to have slept with, but they were all straight, give or take a few, of course.