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“Do I get to hear you play?” helike a complete idiot

She was silent for a fewto her hair He inhaled sharply, liking the fresh s

“That depends,” she said softly

Shit Her voice was low and husky, full of smoke and whiskey And Christ, the mole beside her mouth was sexy as hell

“On what?”

“On how long you’re staying”

He leaned in closer “I’ht”

Freckles danced across her nose, and Jack fought the urge to bend even lower and swipe his tongue along the bridge Just thinking about that got his, other small and dark places he’d love to touch and smell and taste

He had to take a hty uncoether

“What’s your name?” she asked

“Jack”

“Just Jack?”

He hesitated, knowing that a lot of folks would put two and two together and realize exactly who he was “Sihly

Her finely shaped eyebrows furrowed, and her face broke wide open in a grin that left hi even more enamored than he already was

“You’re related to Maverick?”