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He rolled his eyes "Cuz she has freckles?"

"That, and she’s too fking sweet She’s definitely not the type who’d be uninhibited in the bedroo for kinky sex, or hell, a threesome? Shit, I’d love to be in the roo like that"

Another cheer froh the room Garrett shifted his head and saw a couple of petty officers high-fiving over a hoaaze back to Carson, but not before he caught another flicker of lanced at the doorway leading to the bakery, but it was empty Okay He could’ve sworn he’d seen a flash of yellow--Shelby’s clingy little tank top perhaps?--but when he peered into the next roo with Lieutenant Asshole

Another wave of jealousy slammed into him like a tsunami, even fiercer than the first Goddammit He hated the raw e body, evoked inside him It killed him, howeyelashes in his direction, give hihtest hint that she was interested, and he’d be by her side in an instant No, screw by her side One word--

and the as yes--and he’d be so deep inside her puy that neither of theht et out of here If it weren’t a ht have left Gone home, taken a quick dip in his condo’s pool and slid into bed But spending the rest of the night in the dark, sweating out this heat wave, was seriously unappealing Shelby’s café was the only place with power, and besides, as annoying as it atching her with another man, at least he could keep an eye on her while he was here Make sure she didn’t get plastered and do so stupid, like the lieutenant

Yeah, that’s why you’re sticking around, a small voice taunted

Fine, so et plastered and do hiuy could drea for kinky sex, or hell, a threesoain in her head, wondering if she’d soh to think in this sweltering heat--add to that a shot of tequila and you got one struggling-to-function brain

But no, she couldn’t have iined it She’d heard Garrett and Carson, loud and clear, as they’d discussed her Scratch that--as they’d discussed all the reasons to not have sex with her

It really was quite insulting, that they’d been indulging in locker room talk about her in her place of business And yet a part of her was…flattered Jeez, rong with her? How could she possibly be flattered by the fact that Garrett and his buddy thought she was vanilla?

At least it answered the question she’d been asking herself the past year John Garrett didn’t want to sleep with her because apparently she wasn’t wild enough for him

Oh, she knew he liked her He’dhis chat with Carson

But he also ht she eet Not sweet, as in "ot a sweet ass" but sweet as in "I don’t want to fk her because she’s obviously a huge prude in the sack"

"I am not a prude," she mumbled to herself

"What was that, hon?"