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405 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 9, 2015
“We need to make a game plan for the float tomorrow,” he says.
I pop right back up. “We are not talking about the float right now. We’re talking about your near-death experience from kissing me.”
I don’t mean to say that last part aloud, but as I blurt the words into the room, Drew throws his head back with a laugh. “That was the most memorable kiss of my life to date!”
I purse my lips and put my hands on my hips. “Glad this is all so amusing."
'Sexy bartender turns his gaze to me, focused and intense. His eyes are brighter than I remember. A sapphire blue that contradicts his dark hair and summer tan. They’re eyes that should be alive with humor and fun, not dimmed by sadness.
“You said I stopped seeing him. What did you mean by that?” He pulls up his knees and wraps his arms around them. Arms that say sexy bartender must have a gym membership.
I follow the line of muscle. No Sydney. Your sick attraction to type A, controlling men must stop!'
'Lennon stands in front of me, his arms propped against the doorway with muscles in full view. Guys know better than to do this. It puts girls like me at a definite disadvantage—the kind of disadvantage that turns a fully-functioning female mind into nothing more than a pitiful state of wishful thinking. The sight alone makes my heart pound and my insides ache. He’s the oddest combination of intimidation, grace, chin-length brown hair, and black ink that defines both biceps. And it’s the ink that leaves me transfixed, every single time.
He leans a little closer. Too close, if you ask me. “What were you doing in there so long?” His words slide over me like soft butter.
Slowly my eyes travel from his arms—those tattoos…they’re just so pretty—to his face. The fog lifts, and I clear my throat. “Um…that’s a little personal, don’t you think?”
When he looks at me and winks, I suck in a breath.'
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Owen slowly brings us to a stop, slips off his sunglasses, and looks out over the land.
As I watch man survey creation, I study the profile of Owen’s face. His nose that has a slight bump as if once broken. The strong jaw that dares girls to trace it with their hands. The work-earned tan that covers every bit of visible skin. The sense of satisfaction and contentment lighting those eyes.
“You love this place, don’t you?” I ask, almost afraid to interrupt his holy reflection.“
"I do.” He drawls the words and turns to me. “I hope you grow to love it too.”