“Miss Ryan, if you’re finished conversing with Mr. “You wish.” Ugh, I like sparring with him. He bites that bottom lip-on purpose, I bet-and runs his gaze over me. He leans back and shifts those grey eyes back to me. She huffs and snatches it out of his hand then sends me a glare over her shoulder. You and I…we have unfinished business.”īefore I can whip out a retort, he leans forward and hands the paper back to Sorority Girl. “I tell you what-I’ll give her number back if you give me yours.” He leans in, the smell of his woodsy cologne intoxicating. “An ex who put numbers in his jacket all night long and lied every time I called him on it.” “You’ve experienced this type of behavior?” You thought about it and consciously tucked it away.”Īn eyebrow shoots up. “I guess it really doesn’t apply to you, but if you had a girlfriend and you took that number and slipped it in your pocket, it’s cheating, even if nothing ever comes of it, because the intent was there. “Word to the wise: phone numbers can be tricky, expectations and all that.” I clear my throat and tap my pen on the desk.
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