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When she went back to the round, Jack, Duffy, Robert and a few others were playing guitars in front of Jack’s tent Duffy was singing a country song about o too much

Taylor grabbed her chair and joined the group Listening to their song, she brushed out her hair, then braided it into a French braid, twisting a band around the end When she’d finished, her gaze collided with Jack’s

He’d been watching her With more than casual interest

Then again, there was nothing casual about the sparks that had flown between them all day

He winked and, heart kerthunking, she winked back

So she’d never done Her ex hadn’t been the kind of man one winked at Neil hadn’t been playful or fun Ever

Jack was playful and fun

At sootten a shower, too He looked refreshed in his navy shorts and T-shirt while he plucked the strings of a rather beat-up, well-loved-appearing guitar, keeping perfect tune with the others

Having no musical talent, Taylor was impressed

She was evenended and they started playing another This time Jack did the vocals His voice was a raspy baritone that reached inside and tugged at her very being

The man had a beautiful, unique timbre

A beautiful, unique everything

She wanted to close her eyes and just listen to his voice, but her eyes refused to be denied the privilege of feasting on the i

When the song ended, Taylor clapped and gave a self-conscious whistle Another first This stepping outside one’s co wasn’t so bad

Actually, it was kind of fun