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We both watched in silence as the woman drove away, dirt flying behind her car. Was he seeing her? Did he liked how she looked? Maybe he just preferred blondes...
Heaven’s sake, Val, get a grip.
When the vehicle was out of sight, I turned back to him. “Would you like a pamphlet?” I asked sweetly.
He stared at me for a beat before he threw his head back in a laugh, rich and deep. A good laugh, one that would bring a woman to her knees. The man in front of me, just like the grumpy one who just finishedbreakfast, was hot.
“God damn, girl. You’re funny,” he smirked, picking up his hat and readjusting it.
My eyes met his and he gave me a wink. “You have a good day now. Boss told us that if you came back, we were supposed to tell you to leave and ignore you.”
I lifted my chin, holding his stare.
“You’re going to be hard to ignore, pretty girl.”
With that, he tipped his hat to me and walked away. He was right about one thing; I was going to be impossible to ignore.
Chapter Seven
Denver
Shecameback.
That beautiful, enchanting, tall, curvy, green-eyed woman came back.
Fuck.
I couldn’t fucking keep her away. I was staring at her through the window in my kitchen. Her dark hair was high up in a ponytail today, and my hand ached to wrap it around my fist and yank that pretty fucking head back as I—
“Fucking hell,” I muttered, draining the last of my coffee. I didn’t need this shit today. I didn’t need this shit any day, really, but definitely not today.
“Hey, Dad?”
I looked to find my boy sitting on the stairs, an open book sitting on his knees.
“Yeah, bud?”
“Do you think Lawson could play catch with me later?” he asked. My brow furrowed.
Why in the fuck couldn’t I play catch with him later?
“Uh, bud, is there a reason you don’t want to play catch with me?” I returned, turning away from the window and away fromthat fuckingwoman.She had been talking to Beau and no doubt that fucker was flirting with her.
Fuck, how could he not?
She was wearing that navy dress like a second goddamn skin, clinging to her curves in just the right fucking way.
Moonie was good. Too fucking good.
“He played baseball in college,” my son deadpanned.
“You saying he can throw a ball better than me?” I tilted my head, a smile playing on my lips.
“Uhh…”
The little shit.
“Go,” I ordered, tipping my chin to the door.
