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“Nothing to say to that?”
I shrug. “I mean, what do you want me to say?”
“Deny it?”
“Why? That would be lying.”
“Throw Amelia some shade?”
“I’d never do that to my best friend. I know what I said.”
“So you think I’m a pretty boy?”
“I do.”
His eyes darken. “Is it my lashes? My cousins say I have girl lashes.”
I shrug. “Maybe.” His eyes are trained on mine, and everything inside me is melting like plastic on a stove. He has me hot but also squirming. When his lips press together in a thin line, I swallow hard. “I don’t like your hair all greased to the side. Plus, who shows up to a meet in a three-piece suit?”
He smiles ruefully. “I’ll give you the thing with my hair. I hate doing it like that, but I have to match my team. If you look at the painting on the wall, you’ll see we all have to dress like that.”
I look to where his hand is pointing. Jude Sinclair looks back at me, his hair greased back, in a nice suit, and his green eyes shining. I hate that I have to eat my words. “So I guess you don’t feel you’re a pretty boy, then?”
He scoffs. “No, I’m a man.”
Now, it’s my turn to scoff. “Well, for a man, your shorts are too tight.”
His eyes are challenging as he says, “Well, sweetheart, I gotta keep things in place when I’m running.” My brows come together for one second before I realize what he’s saying. Of course, I look right down at his crotch, and because the universe likes fucking with me, I not only get an eyeful, but he sees the whole thing. “It’s contained. For now.”
Please. Kill me now.
“I wasn’t the least bit worried.”
“You shouldn’t be. I’m a gentleman,” he says, standing, and it takes everything and more for me to not look at his crotch once again. “Also, no one runs at four a.m., which is probably why your shorts are just as tight and shorter.”
I bite my lip as I pull down the front of my shorts. “A gentleman, huh?”
“Hey, I’m a gentleman, but I’m also a hot-blooded non-pretty boy who has desires for a gorgeous woman in tight shorts.”
Not sure what to say, I blurt out, “I was running.”
“I wasn’t complaining.”
Silence stretches between us as our eyes stay in a heated embrace. I want to run and hide and kill his sister, but I don’t move. My breathing is out of this world, and my heart is going crazy in my chest. When he runs his tongue over his lips, I squeeze my thighs together, begging my body to calm the hell down.
I can’t have him!
But man, do I want him. His chest is mouthwatering, his hair is in his eyes, and those shorts, short as they may be, are riding low on his lean hips. I’ve never in my life been drawn to a guy the way I am being pulled in right now, which is telling me something.
Run like the wind, and don’t fall this time!
But before either of us can move, the front door flies open. I expect him to look toward it since my back is to it, but I’m finding our shared flaw of being hardheaded is in full force right now, and neither of us moves. His eyes go a little bit darker as I try to breathe, squirming in my seat as he towers over me.
Lord, he is so big.
So thick.
My body is not listening to me!
I want to touch him so badly.
But, thankfully, whoever is at the door says, “Justice, we gotta get to the rink. What are you doing?”
“My friend here tripped on the track. I’m fixing her up. I’ll meet you there.”
“Your coffee?”
“Hand it here.”
The guy from earlier comes around the table, and even though he is skinny, he is one beautiful man. His eyes are a dark topaz, while his hair is neatly cut and a very dark brown. He needs to shave, but then, I don’t think he cares. I’m pretty darn sure this is Moon, but maybe I should have paid better attention when Amelia was showing me pictures of him.
“Thanks, Moon.”
Apparently, even in a lust-filled cloud, I still have my wits about me.
That’s a plus. I think.
Moon looks at me and smiles. “Hey.”
“Bye, Moon.”
He looks back to Ryan as I hold back my laughter. “But you didn’t pee on her and claim her as yours.”
“Get out,” Ryan demands, all kinds of sexy authority dripping from him.
Moon’s laughter fills the room as he heads out the side door, but Ryan’s eyes still haven’t left me. He sets the coffee on the table before crossing his arms over his chest.
“Amelia likes him.”
“He’ll die if he touches her.”
Oh. God. “Protective.”
“Yeah,” he says simply. “I have to look out for what I love.”
Breathless, I blink. “She can take care of herself.”
He shakes his head. “Guys are stupid.”
“Aren’t you of the male variety?”
