Page 2 of The Trouble with Sexy (Rock Canyon, Idaho 0.50)

“Ouch!” he yelped, rubbing the abused area. “I can’t believe you hit me.”

She hissed back, “I can’t believe you’re being such a jerk. You’re usually so sweet.”

Gregg’s gaze shifted away from her. “Yeah well, I guess not everybody likes that kind of thing.”

Ryan followed the direction of his glance to the petite blonde working behind the counter and snorted. “Seriously, I don’t know why you’re so hung up on Ado Gracie,” she said, referring to the character in Oklahoma.

Gregg barked a laugh and asked, “Really? That’s the derogatory nickname you’re going with?”

She shrugged. “What? I like musicals. And it fits. She’s like a jackrabbit; she bounces around from one guy to the next. Plus I thought you were over that. You guys had one date.”

Gregg’s tone was testy. “I am over it.”

Ryan continued as if he hadn’t said a word. “Plus I’ve heard she’s dated all the eligible guys in the surrounding areas.”

“Listen to you gossiping like one of the girls. Gracie has not dated every eligible guy.”

“Okay, not every guy. Only the cute ones,” she teased.

Gregg’s face split into a teasing smile. “Are you calling me cute?”

She scoffed. “Of course. You know you’re adorable.”

“Well geez, that’s sweet. Next time try not to sound so disgusted.”

Ryan had been going for nonchalant, not disgusted. Gregg was far from disgusting and much more than adorable. His sun-streaked brown was a little long at the moment, resting just over the top of his ears. He had olive skin that tanned easily, and his eyes were a rich hazel with flecks of gold and green. They were adorned with thick eyelashes Ryan thought were a waste on any man and she often grumbled about it. His straight aquiline nose sat perfectly centered over full lips and a gorgeous, easy smile. He could have been a cocky ass, but he was actually one of the nicest guys she’d ever met. Gregg was one of the few people that she’d just clicked with instantaneously, and she valued him as a friend.

Not that she was immune to his good looks. Her heart skipped in her chest every time they worked closely together, and she thought he was absolutely brilliant with a camera. She sometimes caught herself staring at that gorgeous mouth, and when he’d give her a curious look, she’d blush from head to toe in embarrassment. She wasn’t under any delusions about her appeal or that Gregg harbored a secret yearning for her. It was just sometimes nice to daydream that when he was looking at her he saw her as more than just the frumpy girl from work.

He looked at his watch and took another sip of his coffee. “Well I’ve got to head out to Andrew’s place to take their thirtieth anniversary pictures.”

Ryan’s heart clenched. Thirty years together? She was only twenty-six but had always pictured herself meeting the guy she would marry in college. That hadn’t happened, though. Instead she’d met Matt—It’s not you, it’s me—sophomore year of college. Josh—I just don’t think we’re right for each other—had dated her for seven months before dropping that bomb. And her personal favorite after four months last year, Doug—I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but you’re boring. At least one of them had given her an honest answer about why they were dumping her. She needed to wear a name tag that said, “Hello, my name is Ryan Ashton. I’m boring. Why bother?”

“Earth to Ryan. Come in Ryan.”

She blinked away her thoughts and blushed. “Sorry, distracted. I’ll walk out with you. I have to get to the studio by ten to take pictures of little Dylan Watson. He’s three months old, you know.”

Gregg laughed as he stood up, and Ryan admired the way his eyes crinkled at the corners. He called back as he opened the door with a smile and a wave, “’Bye, Gracie.”

Gracie looked up and smiled brightly. “’Bye, Gregg! Have a good one.”

Ryan waved, but Gracie had already turned back to another customer. She knew she shouldn’t feel slighted that the wispy blonde hadn’t said good-bye to her, but as she followed Gregg out she couldn’t help grumbling, “’Bye to you too.”

“Are you jealous of Gracie or something?” he asked.

“No. Of course not. Why would I be?”

He shrugged. “I have no idea.”

There was something in his tone that made her look up at him curiously. Had he sounded a little grumpy or was she losing it? She dismissed it as an overactive imagination and asked, “So what are you doing for Valentine’s Day?”

“The actual day? Nothing yet. I’m taking pictures at the Sweethearts Festival for the Rock Canyon Press on Friday. Afterward I thought I might participate in the singles auction before the dance. You want to come bid on me?” He struck a sexy pose and she laughed, although her heart dropped a bit at the mention of such a romantic event.

The Sweethearts Festival was a large craft fair that ended in a singles auction and a sweethearts’ dance afterward. People talked about it in awed tones, whispering about the magic in the air created by dollar kissing booths and homemade love potions. The excitement of winning the man or woman of your dreams, and taking them to the dance, where more than one couple had pledged their love and devotion. Such places were not for drab losers with all the appeal of burned toast.

She pushed through the bitter thoughts and scolded, “Are you seriously going to get up on stage and let a bunch of girls waste their hard-earned money on you?”

He looked affronted. “Waste? I’m a catch! And no, I’m just going as Mike’s wing man. Gracie told him she’s trying to convince Gemma to participate, and he wants to win her. He’s hoping that once put into a romantic setting, she’ll change her mind about them dating. I feel sorry for the poor guy, being put in the friend category for so long.”

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