““When he didn’t move away, Sidney lowered her voice. “What are you doing?” Her sister and his brother were standing close by. Yet here he was, quite obviously leaning in toward her. He seemed amused by her question. “You’re always asking me that. I’m starting a conversation. Again.” He winked. Okay . . . “And how much have you had to drink tonight, Agent Roberts?” He laughed as if this was the funniest thing, and touched her chin. “Always busting my balls, Sinclair.””
