The Girl With Diamonds (Midtown Brotherhood book 2)
“He’d showered and changed. Of course he changed, because he lived to torture her. Gone were the sweatpants and comfortable hoodie. He was back in his suit, his knee brace covering the dark linen pants. His chestnut hair was loose. The stubble she’d noticed while watching the game last night was more of a five o-clock shadow now. She thought it would look odd on his boyish face, but it didn’t. It worked. It worked really well.
He noticed her and smiled. Torture. The boy was constant torture.
She slowly smiled back. “I see you’re ready.”
“Of course.” He absently ran a hand through his hair, causing the ends to fall flawlessly around his eyes. “I wouldn’t want to be anything but professional with you, Miss Cross.”
Ahh. There it was.
“I never said you had a problem with looking professional.”
His grin was uneven. “I’m determined to prove to you that this can work.
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