I was at a disadvantage, sitting so much lower than them, when Jack squatted down, resting on his heels. I took a swim and now I'm just relaxing,” I answered. I see you're feeling better!” Holly called out as they closed the distance to the hot tub. I quickly threw my shirt over the stack next to me, composing my face in what I hoped was a neutral expression. I had a weakness for curly hair.Ĭrap, hide the magazine. The night before, he'd had that damn baseball cap on and I couldn't see the perfection that was his hair. This was not the scruffy Hollywood hipster I was bantering with in the kitchen, this was a very handsome man dressed in a dark gray suit and tie, clean shaven, with gorgeous shaggy blonde curls. She must have had a date with that tall drink of water…wait, is that Jack?Īs they got closer and stepped out onto the patio, I realized this was not the same guy I met last night, and yet it was. She was dressed in a black wrap around dress with gorgeous snakeskin sandals.ĭamn, she looks good. I glanced in and saw Holly and a tall, good-looking man walking towards the French doors, making their way outside to where I was. I was really getting into it when I heard voices coming from inside the house. I had my trepidation, to say the least, not wanting to succumb to the madness that so clearly had her in its grip. As I began to read, I remembered how insane Holly looked when she described her attachment to these stories.
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