“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 ...