![]() ![]() I rolled my eyes at the cocky insinuation, but couldn’t argue against his point. “Do you think anyone on this campus could ignore the girl who has Clay Johnson’s attention?” “Another thing I can help with,” he said, sweeping a large hand over himself. ![]() I chewed the inside of my lip, glancing at Shawn and then back at Clay before I lowered my voice to a whisper. Okay, so I’m about as easy to read as a billboard right now. My cheeks were so hot, I was worried they’d singe my hair as it fell over my face. “I can have him eating out of the palm of your hand by Thanksgiving.” My eyes nearly bulged out of my skull before I covered Clay’s gargantuan finger with both my hands and shoved it down, quickly glancing at Shawn to make sure he hadn’t seen. “He wants a woman of mystery, one who can be his muse, who will be a little hard to get, a little out of his league.” That guy?” He pointed a finger at where Shawn was playing his set on stage, the bar dim in comparison to where a soft spotlight illuminated him. “I’m a guy, and as a guy, I know what guys want. My eyes were mere slits as he smirked at his own cute joke. ![]() “Would you rather I call you Kitten again?” And there he was, Shawn Stetson, broody and mysterious and dark and handsome. ![]()
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