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Ty's gaze uy could be moved to write poetry about breasts like those Marilyn Monroe would have had some stiff competition if Julie had been around in the fifties

Finally raising his gaze to her face, he took in the ice-cold eyes that studied hi beneath a microscope

One that she wanted to spear beneath her very sexy stiletto heel

Okay, so she was still pissed at hiuilt hit him square in the chest, and he couldn't believe he was still feeling bad about things after all these years

Grad night had been the usual partywas that the sex had been with a virgin

With Little Miss Perfect

With the one girl he'd alanted but knew he could never have

He'd never been good enough for her, and one look now at her expression told him that all the ed anything

Julie seethed as Ty reached out to shake her hand How dare he walk into her office as if he'd never ripped her heart out of her chest and thrown it overboard? Her final words to hiht played over and over in her head

I hate you I'll always hate you And I never, ever want to see you again

After ten long years, she hadn't been able to think of anythingthat she could have said Not when her heart had been broken into a inity and then du way possible less than twenty-four hours later The bastard

In the back of Julie's head a voice whispered, Are you sure he really stole it from you? Didn't you practically shove it at hiin you were?

As far as she was concerned, that voice--and Ty--could go to hell

Forcing herself to shake his hand in as detached areason for her anger: Even after a lifetiative number on the scale of hueous man she'd ever set eyes on

He'd been a hot, hunky teenager And now, ten years later, he had the build of a warrior Beneath his expensive shirt and overpriced jeans, his well-trained h to lend a rough edge to his ht stubble that covered his chin drew her attention to his lips, which held incredible sensual promise

"Nice tothe fact that her body still responded traitorously to his touch Goddamnit!

Julie pulled her hand away, re herself that she was in complete control of the situation

"Now, Julie," he drawled, "I can't believe you don't remember me"

She itched to srin off his perfect face even as she searched his eyes for any sign of reured:

Once an asshole, always an asshole

Raising a condescending eyebrow, she tilted her chin the slightest bit as if she was trying to place hi her enormous list of other unimportant acquaintances

"Oh yes, now I remember you," she said, pleased with how sh school?"

"Sure did," he replied, and she could feel hi how pathetic she still was after all these years, trying to pretend that she didn't know hiht she had run ho sexy heels and fishnets to try and seduce him

Sean studied the two of them between narrowed eyes "You two know each other?"

"Yup," Ty said just as Julie muttered, "Barely"

"We ran in different crowds," Ty clarified "She was class president, went to Stanford One of those brainy, do-good types"

"And he was a jock," Julie spat