Page 8 of The Baby Bargain

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"Thanks." The drink is crisp. Sweet, yeah, but spicy too.

"Is it too much?"

This conversation is, but that's not what she's asking. "Just right."

"It doesn't matter now."

"Huh?"

"If I drink. I might as well today. Because it's not happening soon."

"What's not?"

Her eyes meet mine. "Nothing." She pushes her glasses up her nose.

God, those glasses are perfect on her. Between the fancy updo and the classy dress, she looks like a sexy professor. Like she's going to invite me to her office for some extracurricular—

It has been too long.

There's no way in hell I'm thinking about fucking Ariel Ballard.

Sure, she's gorgeous. Dark eyes. Long legs. Soft lips. And—

Not helping.

"Did you ever get over it?" she asks.

"Over what?"

"Grace?"

My heart twists.

Her eyes turn down. "I didn't mean—"

"I know."

"I just… tell me it gets easier."

"It does." Mostly.

"Do you… Do you think it's weird if I burn this dress?"

I can't help but laugh. "No."

"Holden thought it was."

"He doesn't know."

She nodshe doesn't. "I hate red, anyway. I only bought it for Phil, and I guess it worked. He said I looked beautiful."

My eyes fail to obey my command. They trace a line from her dainty chin to her strong shoulders to her lush tits. Fuck, she's wearing that dress. "You do."

"Thank you." Her cheeks flush. "I… I want to ask you something…"

My body cuts in.Yeah, I'd love to fuck you. Take off the dress. Show me what you're wearing under it.

Tell me it's that same shade of red.

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