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Gold hair.
Toned shoulders covered by the thick straps of a black dress.
A sharp jaw and perfectly pink lips.
Big black sunglasses covering her eyes.
But I knew the moment they met mine through the windshield because those lips fell open in obvious shock.
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
Chapter 6
Ivy
“This has got to be a joke,” I hissed under my breath, head down so I could shove my cell phone angrily into my purse.
Once.
I have a freak-out once, get stuck in an elevator once, let my guard down with a handsome stranger once, and his tall ass is the one climbing out of a Wilder Homes truck so big that I’d normally think the driver was compensating for something.
Except he wasn’t.
He wasn’t compensating for shit because I sat on his lap and felt exactly what he was packing underneath his work jeans.
My heart hammered wildly, and I felt very much like an animal backed into a corner.
I kept my sunglasses firmly in place because hell, if I looked that man in the eyes in the harsh light of day, I’d do something crazy.
Cameron waited by the hood of his truck, another man with him—just as tall, just as handsome, but with long dark hair and one of those trimmed beards that made all the hipster-fetishizing women lose their collective minds.
I wasn’t losing my mind, thank you very much.
My mind stayed right where it needed to be. My stomach was not flipping upside down as I gave Cameron a quick once-over behind the safety of my aviators, taking my sweet-ass time to get out of the car.
Looking didn’t help. At all.
It would have been so much better if he looked worse than I remembered. If he had a weak chin and soft belly and limp noodle arms.
But no.
There was no weak. No soft. No limp anything.
His chest—wide and sculpted—was covered in a dark gray shirt with the company’s logo over his chest. His arms pressed the limit of the shirtsleeves, and his waist tapered to slim hips, long legs. And ugh, that was just from the neck down.
The neck up?
Who gave him the right to look like that? With the piercing eyes and sharp jaw and firm lips and dark golden hair that shone in the sun.
“Ridiculous,” I muttered. Whose jaw looked like that? What point was he trying to prove?
Then he clenched it when I still hadn’t gotten out of the car.
Because of course he did.
It had that muscle. The one that popped out in a weirdly effective display of power. Nothing pissed me off faster than that muscle on a man who knew exactly how to wield it.
It conveyed annoyance.
