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She eous brown eyes and offered a little s Because, really, there was no other explanation for what had just happened One moment he and Carson were about to leave Shelby’s café, the next she’d somehow convinced theood use He didn’t knohy he’d agreed, but so Shelby Harper toss her head back and take a shot

Fuck, she was sexy Her blonde waves cascaded down her shoulders, her delicate throat bobbing as she sed back the fiery liquid

She lass to Carson, as e Carson swiftly took his shot and passed the bottle over

Garrett glanced at it for ato acco on ju his bones if he did? And if so, why the hell had she asked Carson to stick around too?

Soled in the back of his mind, but he forced the absurd idea away

No No Freckles or not, Shelby definitely wasn’t the type who’d go for a three-way romp

Was she?

"C’ "Scared of a little tequila?"

Uh-oh, she’d called him Johnny He’d once told her how he felt about the nickname

His exact words had been, "I hate it I kick the asses of people who call me that" But he didn’t want to kick Shelby Harper’s ass at the ood in that tight yellow tank top with her fair cheeks flushed from the heat and the alcohol He wanted to kiss her Badly So badly he could practically taste her on his lips

But rather than ju her e and downed sout, war the knot of tension coiled inside hi herself with one dainty hand

Then she smiled and shot to her feet "We need ice"

Garrett adht little ass as she hurried out of the roo a filmy blue skirt that was practically transparent, and if he looked hard enough he could see the outline of her panties Wait The skirtnot to groan, he shifted in his chair, but no ly tight

"So…I think she’s trying to seduce us," Carson murmured He looked a little startled, as if he couldn’t quite believe this turn of events "I guess I stand corrected on the freckles thing"