“You think? In that case, that cow needs to mind her fucking business before she gets corrupted.” He looked me up and down, from my messy, sweaty hair to my sneakers, and I’d swear the smile he gave me was pure flirtation. The man gasped, and the sound went straight to my balls. That cow knows exactly what you’re thinking right now.” I had to force myself to look away from him and focus on the cow painting, but when I did… Except that I stepped out of the bathroom down here and this cow started staring into my soul.” Apparently, I was still staring at his lips. “Oh.” His expression cleared, and his lips twitched. Why did this have to happen while I was a giant, sweaty mess? “Making sure you are.” My mother’s art display was the last place on earth I’d expected to meet someone as striking as this. “Are you okay?” he asked, frowning at me in concern. Please don’t be fifteen, please don’t be fifteen. He could’ve been anywhere from fifteen to thirty years old. He had a little silver hoop in his left ear, a freckle in the hollow of his throat, and a stack of bracelets up one wrist. His body was lithe, leanly muscled, and delightfully warm. Besides the sexy, untamed hair, the man had sharp, intelligent eyes that looked like they missed nothing, high, rounded cheekbones, a scruffy jaw, and plush, pink lips, like a master sculptor had perfectly softened all his other features to balance the intensity of his eyes. He turned to give me a quick, startled smile, and I realized belatedly that while he’d been staring at the wall, I’d been staring at him. “I can’t tell if it’s horrible, or wonderful, or both.”

Yeah, it’s quite a theme, isn’t it?” I said. He motioned toward the pictures on the hallway wall-a collection of bovine-inspired artwork my mother had begun before I was born-and shook his head wordlessly. He straightened his black T-shirt and brushed an unruly mop of wavy, brown-gold hair away from his magnetic blue eyes. I was, ah… distracted.”Īnd if I hadn’t been before, I certainly was once I got a look at him.

“Oh my God!” I said, grabbing the person-a man, definitely a man, though much less bulky than me-by the shoulders. I slunk down the hall like I was a kid again, afraid of being caught, and I snuck glances at the backyard out the window to make sure my mother and Ava weren’t coming… which was how I nearly ran into a person standing in the hall by the kitchen.

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