Page 6 of SCRUMptious

Donal looped his large, calloused palm over the back of his neck and his gaze fell to the floor. “You're welcome,” he said to his feet. “I just think you're talented isall.”

I stepped close and squeezed his arm. “I mean it. Thanks. I've been feeling pretty shitty after the way my last job fell apart, so it means a lot to hear someone say they like what Ido.”

“What happened there, exactly? I heard the guys saying something about you being onTV?”

“You haven't Googled me?” I asked playfully.

“Can't. I don't actually know your last name,” he admitted sheepishly. “I've been trying to figure it out ever since we met, but no one will tell me. Especially not Marla.”

I laughed, my earlier melancholy dissipating. “You really are toomuch.”

He shrugged and his eyes flicked between mine for a few seconds. “What's your last name, Lauren?”

“Andrews,” I replied, my throat going suddenly dry. Something about the way he'd asked for it—the intensity I heard in his voice at such a simple question—had warning bells going off in myhead.

Donal took a step closer, and then another. Separated by less than a few inches, he dropped his head forward. “I'm going to kiss you now, Lauren Andrews.”

I could have stopped him. I should have stopped him. Instead, I licked my lips and saidokay.

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