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Jonah: Back to my magical ability.

Evie’s lady town started buzzing so she squeezed her thighs tighter, but that only made things worse. She closed her eyes to get her hormones under control when an image of his magical ability popped into her mind.

Jonah: Don’t go shy on me now.

Evie: Not shy. Smart.

Jonah: I like smart almost as much as I like blue. I also like knowing that I’m winning this argument.

Evie: We aren’t arguing.

Jonah: Good, then tell me a secret.

Evie typed her response, then deleted it letter by letter. Then retyped it again, only to erase it.

“You came here to be bold, so be bold, Evie Granger,” she mumbled to herself and retyped the message and quickly hit send.

Evie: Your mouth. Kind of like Magic Mike, only Magic Mouth.

She didn’t wait for a response because Bold Evie would leave him with that parting message. Bold Evie would take to the dance floor with her new friends and twirl like she didn’t have a care in the world. Bold Evie wouldn’t think about her fake toy-friend once. Not when some suit asked her to dance and she declined, not when she ordered a lemon drop—which was essentially adult lemonade—and especially not when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and liked the woman she saw smiling back.

Nope, she didn’t think about Jonah once.

Chapter Thirty

Jonah

Jonah stood at the entrance of Shoot Your Shot with a smile on his face as he watched Evie in the middle of the bar, dancing with a circle of her friends.

She had her arms over her head, a grin as bright as the sun on those beautiful lips, her hips relaxed and swaying back and forth in a rhythm that made his mouth go dry.

She was beautiful. And captivating. And a bunch of other amazing things that inspired feelings that scared him as much as they excited him. He couldn’t look away. Neither could half of the men in the bar. The group of women was attracting a lot of attention, but his attention was locked on one woman. And one woman only.

Jonah wasn’t a fan of dancing, but he was a fan of Evie. Which was why he wove his way through the crowd to the middle of the bar where the women had taken up residence. He pulled up a bar stool and took a seat.

He wasn’t there more than two seconds when she happened toturn his way. A flash of confusion furrowed her brow, but it was quickly replaced with surprise—pleasant surprise.

Seemed Evie was as big a fan of him as he was of her. Not that she’d admit it if she weren’t shit-faced. Which she clearly was because she gave him a big wave.

The entire group of women turned toward him and followed suit, until the gaggle was wiggling fingers in his direction. Then Jonah found himself doing something that would have the Man Card gods descending upon him and revoking his membership—he wiggled back.

Evie burst out laughing—loud enough to turn the remaining heads in the bar. Then he was the one who was pleasantly surprised, because she whispered something to her friends before walking over to him.

More like strutted. And man, those pants fit her like a glove and when paired with mile-high heels she was a walking wet dream. Then there was her top. Blue, and fitted enough to cling to her curves, with a neckline designed to scramble a man’s mind. Christ, her top had these tiny little straps of silk that with a single tug would drop down her shoulders.

Damn,he had it bad. This was quickly moving past infatuation into something more dangerous. An emotion he wasn’t sure how to define—one he hadn’t experienced before. With Amber it had been a slow burn, starting off as friends, and gradually moving to love. It had been sweet and safe and something he’d desperately needed back then.

This thing with Evie was as fast as a bullet train and headed toward nowhere. She’d made it clear that there was an expiration date. Plus, she could call this off at any moment to go back to her regularly scheduled life—or she could follow the dreams she’d put on hold for so long. Whichever way, her departure would leave him reeling.

Wasn’t that a terrifying thought? Even more terrifying washow much it terrified him. Not that he had time to dwell on the anxiousness pumping through his chest because she was standing in front of him. And in those sexy heels, with him sitting, he had a pretty inspiring view of just how low-cut her top was.

“My eyes are up here,” she said, thoroughly amused.

He looked up at her, but he took his time getting there, lingering on the sweet curve of her neck, where he knew she loved to be kissed, her lower lip that he loved to nip, and then those big brown pools that a man could fall into and never come out again.

“I was getting there.”

“Uh-huh,” she said, scooting closer. “What are you doing here?”

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