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Prologue

Waylynn

Summer

I didn’t hear a word that the interior designer was saying I was focused on the way Jonathon looked in those Wranglers And his boots And the freaking black cowboy hat that rey eyes stand out I sed hard

Jesus…could this guy get any hotter?

Jonathon caught my stare frorated The man had never even touched

Yes, he could get hotter Christ Alhty

Before I could stop ue ran over my dry lips Jonathon’s brows rose and his boyishly handsorin When his eyes smoldered, my breath hitched

I wiped my brow Shit, is it hot in here?

Jonathon knehere my dirty littlein the same direction I closedsexy, but failed Me…up against the ith hiasm

“Waylynn? Waylynn?” Ann’s voice pulled hts

Popping my eyes open, I cleared my throat “What? Huh?”

With a sweet smile, Ann repeated the question I had totally tuned out

“The color scheood with it?”

I frowned What in the heck was she talking about? Color scheme? “Umm”

The young woman waited patiently, while I stood there with my mouth open like an idiot

“Color scheht smile

Ann laughed “Did you even hear a word I said?”

My eyes darted to Jonathon He was leaning against a desk in the middle of the room It was the only piece of furniture that had been left by the previous owners of this space His arms were now crossed over his rin Did thehandsome he was? That sex appeal dripped off of him?

He winked, and I had to lock

Bastard

He knew exactly where one, because his was there as well