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My eyes shoot to hers and I groan. “Don’t even.”

She holds up her palms. “Just making conversation.”

“I was very drunk, and that’s all I’m gonna say about it.”

“Uh, huh.” She has a mischievous smile that makes my dick jerk.

“How long has it been for you?” I ask, quirking a brow. I signal to the bartender for another shot at the same time. I need another one before this conversation is over with.

When my eyes stray back to hers again, she’s staring up at me with a look I can’t place. The reason I can’t place it is because I’ve never seen it before. It’s a mixture of shyness, surprise and heat all rolled into one.

She’s also sucking down that champagne like there’s no tomorrow. I’m tempted to take the glass away from her.

“I told you in the truck that night,” she whispers. I reach for her glass, but she’s too fast. She holds it up to her lips and knocks it back.

“You little brat,” I mutter.

She smiles triumphantly. “Grumpy pants.” She’ll be the death of me. “Anyway, the alcohol ban got lifted the moment you threw that whisky down.”

I disregard that, wanting to get back to her earlier comment. “What did you tell me in the truck that night?” I want to hear her say it.

She looks down at her feet.Shy Georgia?That’s a first.

I find myself aching to know what she meant. “Georgia, tell me.” Do I sound like I’m pleading? At this point I don’t fucking care.

Her eyes find mine, and her southern spirit is alive and well again. “I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours. That’s how this is gonna work,Cowboy.”

Oh, she thinks she holds all the cards?

I grin. “There ain't much to tell. I’ve had a dry spell since before the summer.”

“Months, then?”

I give her a pointed look. “Many, many months.” Okay, maybe one ‘many’ would’ve been enough.

She sighs, resigned to the fact she’s gonna have to tell me one way or the other, even if I have to tickle it out of her in return. “I told you I’d been abstaining my whole life, Huds.” She looks down again. Everything about her is perfect. I tip her chin to look at me.

Now I know I’m pleading. “Tell me.”

I can’t digest the next words out of her mouth, not right away, anyway. It still shocks me to my core when she whispers, “I’m a virgin.”

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I stare at her astounded, my eyes as round as saucers. They’ve got nothing on the racing of my heart. It feels like it might thud out of my chest.

She’s a…what?

I mean, I remember her words that night but I didn’t exactly think she meant she hadneverhad sex. Just she hadn’t had any in a while. My brow furrows as I try to line up the pieces and connect the dots. “A virgin?” I stammer.

“Why don’t you skywrite it?” She glances around as if anyone could hear us.

I lower my voice to her ear. “How?”

She huffs. “Is it that pathetic?”

“I didn’t say it was pathetic.”

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