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I turn my head again to look at him but he doesn’t meet my gaze this time.

“Why’s that?” I venture, because annoyingly, I want to know.

“It just can’t. You know the reasons why.”

“Are you scared of big bad Grayson Bassett and what he would say?”

He gives me a warning look that tells me I should probably quit while I’m ahead.“Nope. I’m not scared because he’s not going to find out.”

My heart thuds in my chest at his words, hitting me harder than it really should.

What did I even expect? He probably just sees me as Gray’s stupid little kid sister who couldn’t keep her hands to herself. Of course that’s what he thinks.

“We’ll see,” I mutter.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You kissed me back!” I say again, waving a finger at him. “No matter what you say, it happened and you did it willingly. So don’t go acting all innocent now. And big deal anyway. Two mouths met, we’re not going to Hell for it.”

His lips twitch. It’s small, but profound. Enough for me to know he’s fighting a smile, or maybe wanting to say something else but he’s too chicken shit to do it. “Do you think you got enough practice for making Robbie what’s-his-name jealous?”

“Ronnie Templeton,” I correct. “And don’t worry if I did or didn’t get enough practice. I’m sure I’ll find something more rigorous to do with someone else at the wedding.” All bullshit ofcourse, but he’s stirred up the diva in me now and there may be no going back.

“Rigorous?”

“You heard it right.”

“I thought I was going to be the one protecting you from any weirdos?”

“Well, thank you but that will no longer be needed.”

“I think you’ll find that’s too bad. Grayson already asked me to escort you, anyway.”

I whip my head around. “He did what?”

“Who knows his little sister?” he says with a wink. “He doesn’t want you getting into any trouble when you’re so far away. We all know how you get after a few drinks.”

Oh, so we’re gonna play like that, are we?

“Maybe trouble finds me, and not all the time, like you asshats always make out. I’m an angel most of the time.”

He gives me his infamous one eyebrow lift at that last comment. “You and all your crystal infused, sage waving, weird chanting should know how to avoid trouble,Princess.”

I narrow my eyes at him.Stupid gorgeous man.

“Well at least my crystals don’t talk back.” Okay, lame. I don’t know what I was going for.

“That's all you got?”

I don’t want to resort to violence, but he does infuriate me.

“Well, I’ve got a couple of weeks to work a new MO. Maybe I can come up with a way to ward off annoying cowboys who spend their lives being constantly hot and cold, as well as extra grumpy on the weekends.”Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

“Which are you leaning toward more?” He tilts his head, ignoring my outburst.

“What?”

“Hot or cold?”

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