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“Me?” Isabel blinked rapidly “Oh, I’ you like” She smiled and nodded her head rapidly

My brow furrowed “That’s nice of you, but what hobbies do you have? Or a career perhaps?”

“Oh,a bright rohite teeth “And I’htful What are they?”

My mouth opened, then shut

“Oh, honey, he likes to spend his free time under the hood of his precious cars, and you don’t look like a dirt-under-the-nails kinda girl,” a familiar voice said from behind me

I didn’t even need to look I felt her in every cell of my body “You’re supposed to be with Lachlan,” I said over my shoulder, and Jocelyn stepped into view

I just about sed ue The witch was dressed in a royal blue cocktail dress with straps thin enough to bite through The neckline plunged between her breasts, revealing a tantalizing strip of skin that I is were all but bare, the dress flaring out at her waist and ending just under her ass No wonder I could smell her with all that creamy, naked skin

She s, lavender hair over one shoulder, exposing the line of her neck Her pulse had my immediate attention

“Don’t worry, he dropped me off,” she said in way of explanation “Once he reood hands and to pass along a ernail “Oh, he said, ‘good luck’”

I was going to fucking kill that highlander with my bare hands

“What are you doing here, Jocelyn?” I asked through gritted teeth, co to my feet because that’s what you did when a lady arrived at the table

My mother had drilled manners into me with the sa

“I’lanced overthis ith the maître d’” Her smile turned fake, like a porcelain doll, and my every sense went on alert

“I asked for a table closer to the fountain,” the guy walking with John—the maître d’ —coe He was lanky, with a punchable, pretty-boy face, and a suit two sizes too big, alrow into it He was also almost a full foot shorter than me, which put him a couple of inches shorter than Jocelyn, and she was in heels