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Walking on the beach in January in heels and a dental-floss bikini for her first Sports Illustrated cover? That ard Having to tell her ultra-conservative boss at her first non- job that her douche of an ex-boyfriend had posted pics of her playing with her tits to a revenge-porn site? Most definitely aard Meeting her sisters’ true loves for the first time while covered head to toe in mud? Totally aard
Sitting here trying to pull words, let alone ideas, out of Mr Gruue off in an effort not to call hi by his attitude, he bore so the left side of his face, but danaw the inside of her cheek to stop fro before she ended up with a hole in her face
The waitress paused by the table, ticket in hand “Can I get you folks anything else? How about a free refill?”
“No” Mateo didn’t bother to look up or even make a pretense at civility
The waitress blinked her wide eyes a few times, slid the ticket to the middle of the table and skedaddled away
Screw this The arious heartthrob to antic chip on his shoulder How in the hell she’d ever fucked hiular basis—let alone fallen in love with hi beasts she’d rather ith azine photo shoot with a lion The big cat’s teeth had looked eight-feet long when she’d snuggled up to him, but it had still been a pussy cat compared to Mateo
“This isn’t going to work” Olivia crumbled the strarapper and stuffed it under the corner of her plate “Let’s agree to let Luciana think we’re working together on the fundraiser…”
That got his attention His head snapped up and his hazel eyes sizzled with a dark intensity that made her breath catch “But on’t be” He finished for her
“Nope” She grabbed the ticket, completed a quick tip calculation and doubled it as way of an apology for Mateo’s attitude
His large hand engulfed the coffeeas he lifted it for a drink, every motion measured and efficient Then he set it back down on the saucer without even the slightest clink “You think you can just put together an event all by yourself?”
“Absolutely” Flah her veins He could push all he wanted; she’d never backed away froe or a dare She’d earned her reputation as the wild Sweet triplet
He shook his head, not even a single strand of his dark-brown hair moved out of line It was as if his entire self—not just his abs—was carved out of granite “Good luck with that”
She raised her chin and stared hiht she was too duht shot “You don’t think I can do it?”
The bastard didn’t even blink “Negative”
Anticipation pushed her forward in her seat Oh, this was going to be classic “Why not?”