When my head tips completely back, I’m lost in the greenest eyes I’ve ever seen. Lordy, I was right--he could be Channing Tatum’s better looking twin. Of course, now my chatty apology is gone and I’m a speechless idiot. This gorgeous man tips his worn out cowboy hat and gives me a panty-dropping smile with a wink. Have mercy, I can’t breathe.
“No need to apologize. - Angel, are you okay there? You appear a little faint.” He steps toward me as if he is ready to catch me if I fall back. There’s a small voice in my head that says fall or faint, you dim-wit! Do something! Make this man hold you! If I had my senses about me, I would have laughed at my own thoughts, but clearly, my senses have left the building and been replaced with nothing but naughty thoughts.
Dizziness engulfs me as I notice sweat build across my forehead and the back of my legs. I glance up and nod my head, but all I can manage is to whisper, “Uhhhh, umm, yes I’m fine, umm just need to eat, I’ve had a busy day.” I give a little giggle while swiping back some hair that has come loose from my messy ponytail. He tilts his head to the side like he’s trying to figure me out. Well, good luck with that, buddy. I can’t figure out what’s going on with me right now either.
“You need to eat before you drive again.” Something about the way he orders me to eat has me battling with myself to either do as he says or ask him who the hell he thinks he is? His voice has a deep low slow southern drawl that makes my sex clench. I have to get away from him. Right now.
Choosing to ignore his orders, this time I manage to actually speak. “Again, I’m really sorry. Hope you have a nice day, sir.” I could tell he was watching as I retreated as quickly as possible, going in the wrong dang direction, which just figures. I’m literally tingling. So now, I have to turn around and walk by him again in order to get to the checkout line. He even chuckles as I walk by him. He watched my whole awkward turn around that I tried to do so nonchalantly. Crap! I did not look at him though no matter how much I wanted to. I held my head up high and walk right by him, just like those together, prissy women. I mentally high five myself. Score. Well, sort of.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
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