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"You irl," Carson added, lifting his beer bottle to his ," Garrett said defensively "I’m just…" His voice drifted, his brain unable to come up with an alternative description for the way he felt about Shelby

Fuck Fine Maybe he was pining, just a little But who could bla Look up the definition of sexy California girl in the dictionary and Shelby Harper’s picture would be there, co blue eyes with those incredibly long eyelashes, and that slender athletic body she kept in shape by surfing out at Coronado Beach every ht she was the typical West Coast blonde, complete with the dumb part, but Garrett had only needed fivefrom dumb and typical

Shelby Harper was smart as hell Funny as hell Nice as hell

And there wasn’t a chance in hell that she’d ever get naked with a guy like him

"Look," Carson said after Garrett’s silence had lasted a bit too long "You’ve spent the last year acting like a choirboy, co those fancy-pantsShelby that what you really want is to get inside her pants"

"You can’t tell a woman like Shelby Harper you want inside her pants," Garrett replied with a frown, reaching for his own beer He took a slow sip, but the liquid was already roorees He forced himself to s the tepid beer, then pushed the bottle away

"Why the hell not? She fills out a pair of pants pretty fking nicely"

She sure did…

He forcibly shoved all thoughts of Shelby’s tight ass out of his head and said, "I can’t treat Shel the way I treated all the SEAL groupies I hooked up with She’s…classy and… nice She deserves more than a couple sleazy co out since day one, maybe a couple sleazy come-ons are what you need"

"I, uh, kinda tried that," he adroan rose in his throat "I offered to fondle her tits and she--"

Carson hooted "You did what?"