EXCERPT Copper Lining

He hates me.
I wish things could be different between the two of us.
Another time. Another place.
You had that Minka. You had Maui.
My stomach hallows as I recall the way Wes kissed me. The way he’d driven deep inside me, so damn deep. I’d never felt anything like it—something so profound and wonderfully intense. My thighs press together at the memory.
I loved every thrilling minute of our time together. It meant something to me. But I have no idea what to do with any of these feelings.
Yes, you do. Turn them off.
Jackie sets my drink in front of me, and I take a sip. Swallowing I relish the burn, it feels good. Really good.
Almost as good as it feels to see Wes.
But you can’t let it feel good. You have a job to do.