You do know him, so that's a lame excuse." It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How do you really ever truly know someone?" Brit smacked her hands to her cheeks and she shook her head. "He's not a serial killer." "Speaking of serial killers, everyone thought Ted Bundy was a really charming, handsome man. And look how he turned out. Psycho." Jacob stared at me. "He's not Ted Bundy.
J. LynnIโm a shallow, shallow boy. Hey, it helps that youโre pretty. It brings out the nice guy in me. Makes me what to share my cookies with you.
J. LynnWe are your friends. It is the law of friendship that you tell us things you donโt want to tell us.
J. LynnChad had prowled over to her, and she felt good caged in between those powerful arms, but when he kissed her flushed forehead and then the tip of her nose, she lost a little of herself forever.
J. LynnWe have to stop meeting like this." And that was the truest thing ever spoke. I needed to stop staring at his bicep... and chest... and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so... sexy. Wow. This was awkward. "You running over me, me almost running over you?" Cam elaborated. "It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.
J. LynnIโm just not interested.โ โDo you have ovaries?โ Jacob asked. I shot him a look. โYes.โ โฆ โThen how are you not interested.
J. LynnGood God, you donโt give up.โ โNope.โ I laughed, couldnโt help it, and his smile spread in response to the sound. โIโm sure there are plenty of girls who want to go out on a date with you.โ โThere are.โ โWow. Modest arenโt you?โ โWhy should I be?โ he shot back. โAnd I want to go out on a date with you. Not them.
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