Page 16 of Hot for Her
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“What? You okay?”
With a small shake of her head, she grinned. “Nothing, it’s just…earlier I was talking to Camille about certain types of guys. I think you might be one of them.”
“And what type is that?”
She pursed her lips like she wasn’t going to answer, so I jogged around to the driver’s side and got in.
I cranked the engine but didn’t shift out of park. “It’s going to drive me crazy if you don’t tell me. What kind of guy am I?”
After a beat and a deep breath, she answered.
“A good one.”
