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His jet-black hair was thick, though a ball cap covered it Across it read “Savas Shipping” A tribal-looking tattoo peeked out from the left side of his T-shirt sleeve, and when those intense blue eyes locked on h aze traveled lower and landed on ot how to breathe

“You alright, Red?”

My eyes snapped to his, and I realized I had just been staring down his package He unleashed a confident grin

“You’re breathing a little hard there”

“I, ah” I shook htthat stupid s I can help you with?” I said sternly

As if unaffected by my “serious” voice, he openly scannede to do the same

“Yeah”

He just stared, blue eyes blazing Not saying anything else

“Ah, okay” I tried again “What is it?”

“This” He held up the sive it to Roman Reese”

“I don’t think so,” I said No one caovernor’s staff what they were going to do Ro his staff on the horizon, he wasn’t taking interviews, much less random visitors

“We don’t let the delivery boys actually drop items off to public officials You can leave it with me”

He balanced the box between his hip and forearle brow, and shot the sexiest expression I’d ever seen “Delivery boy, huh?”

I tried sizing hi him that he didn’t affect me and that I meant business But that was a mistake Mostly because it otten under control

I knew his type Man did I know his type Way too good-looking for his own good—and he obviously knew it He was cocky, tattooed, and ten to one odds were he owned a oal

was uy I would never go for again The kind of guy I’d been screwed over by The kind I left back in Indiana right along with my past

I knew a long tirew up in, I had to start dressing, acting, and living for the life I wanted, not the life I had

And that life entailed upstanding gentlemen in suits who had ambition

“Well, I don’t think the governor would mind if I just pop in”

I stepped in front of him “He’s not in And I mind”

“What’s your nanified he thoughtI understood, it was silent mockery

“You can call me Miss Levine”