She looked up at him. “You really don’t think I’m awkward?”

He stared down at her, drowning in her eyes. “Not at all.”

She swallowed a little. “Gregg, we’re friends right?”

He cocked his head and gave her a small smile. “Of course.”

She twisted her hands in her lap. “And you’ll be honest with me?”

He sat on her desk and nodded. “Sure.”

She cleared her throat and whispered, “Do you think I’m sexy?”

He froze above her and his mind started searching for something to say.

She turned away from him quickly. “I’m sorry, please forget I said anything.”

He hadn’t liked the flash of hurt in her eyes, and blurted, “No! I mean, you just surprised me. I think you have a lot of really great qualities. You’re smart. You’re funny. You are really artistic. You’re attractive. You have a great work ethic. You’re a good person.” He paused and took in her blank expression. “Yes, you’re sexy.”

He could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe him, so he continued, “The trouble with sexy is people have different tastes. Some guys like girls in flashy, skimpy clothes with big hair and cowboy boots. Other guys think shy girls who are less obvious are more desirable. Some guys check out a woman’s body and others look at her face. It’s all about personal preference.”

“What kind of girls do you like?”

Was she kidding? He didn’t really have a type, unless you counted busty redheads with blue eyes who liked to wear a lot of wool, but he wasn’t about to say that. Besides accepting his kiss at New Year’s, Ryan had been nothing but professional, and a good friend. He wasn’t going to jeopardize that by opening his big fat mouth. “I like girls who are confident. They need to be funny and like the same things I do—”

She interrupted him. “Yeah, but that’s not what makes you approach her, right? Are you a leg man or a breast man?”

“What?” He couldn’t help the bark of laughter that escaped.

“It’s a simple question. Does a girl who walks into a bar wearing a miniskirt get you going or a low-cut top?”

This conversation was leading into some very dangerous areas, but he answered her anyway. “Low-cut top.”

She blushed at his quick reply, and at that moment he’d have given more than a penny to get a real good look at those thoughts.

About the Author

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CODI GARY has been an obsessive bookworm for twenty years and dreamed of writing romances since her first Sweet Valley High book. She writes best with a white mocha in one hand and the sound of female country singers in her ears. She lives in Idaho with her family.

You can find her online at www.codigarysbooks.com or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/CodiGarysBooks.

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