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Ugh Why were reen eyes of the golden boy of Hawthorne High, wondering why she’d bothered telling him the truth She should have just pretended she didn’t knoho he was At least then she’d be spared the e her

Granted, there was no reason for the star of her high school football team, Mr Popularity personified, to reirl who’d been three years behind hi out with an older crowd, she and AJ Walsh definitely hadn’t traveled in the saift-to-the-world kids who roup, which included the snobby cheerleaders Aka the awful girls who had no qualirls like Brett

When she’d walked up to the bar earlier and seen AJ, all the nasty comments she’d endured back then had buzzed in her ered her hostility She’d probably been ruder than she should have, considering AJ had never ganged up on her the way his cheerleader friends had But he’d still been present for it, and when she’d spotted him behind that counter, her hands had involuntarily circled into fists as long-ago anger and e tar

"C’mon, you’re not allowed to drop a boh," he said quietly, intently studying her face as if trying to place her

Brett ether"

A crease dug into his forehead "No way I would totally reestured to her ink "I didn’t have these back then"

"Not the tats" Heat darkened his expression "Your eyes They’re so dark they’re alet eyes as sexy as yours"

Oh God, he was flirting with her

AJ Walsh was flirting with her

She suddenly had the e to sprint to the ladies’ rooled and her mascara hadn’t run It was sad, really, how one blast fro, insecure teenager all over again

Or how one flirty reh school had caused the teenage girl inside her to do wild, excited cartwheels like the cheerleaders AJ used to hang out with

Fortunately, the older Brett stepped in and kicked teenage Brett in the shin before she could make a total fool of herself

"Yeah, well, ed, and trust fully