And now she wished—how desperately she wished—that she’d kept her
mouth shut.
Perhaps he was right that s*x was better without conversation because
words had tainted the fragile perfection of the moment.
Words—the most deadly weapon given to human beings.
She, of all people, knew the damage that words could do and yet she’d
thrown them out carelessly, with no thought to the wounds they might
cause.
And now she was filled with nothing but regret and self-recrimination. She wished she hadn’t asked if he was going to extend the loan
because he’d interpreted her question as a signal that she’d
sleep with him if he gave a positive answer.
But most of all she wished she hadn’t asked the question about his
marriage. It had been personal and inappropriate, she could see that
now, but
