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“Bobbi,” he said stonily

Okay, hisand his tone of voice left a lot to be desired but…

Wait Was that an earring?

Bobbi’s fisted hand flew to her chest and she hoped the weird noise she heard hadn’t actually come from her mouth She tried her best to keep the smile she had pasted to her face when she’d opened the door And it was a chore She wanted to frown in horror as her eyes crept back to—good god, there wasn’t just one earring—there were two And they weren’t studs They were hoops

Gerald—theit—had hoops in his ears Gold hoops and not the delicate sort either Ugh They didn’t belong on any man in his thirties, unless his name started with Jon and ended with Jovi

“Coive him room

“Nah, I’ood”

“Oh,” Bobbi wasn’t quite sure what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn’t that Gerald never used slang Ever

Her eyes moved over his tall form

And he certainly never wore jeans that had holes in the knees

Her eyes her

Or a leather jacket that looked more suited to a motorcycle than winter in New Waterford

Alar in her head and she tried desperately to s the huge lump in her throat

And he certainly didn’t run around with the top three buttons of his shirt undone Definitely not without an undershirt

“Are you sure you don’t want to…”