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“Gisele,” he mocks. “Prom king,” I mock back.
Garrett Graham’s daughter is hot. She was hot when I met her six years ago, and she’s even hotter now.
He’s wearing black trousers and a gray suit jacket over a black dress shirt. No tie, top button undone. His face is clean shaven, but his dark hair still has that tousled bad-boy look to it.
“Getting you primed.” My throat closes up with arousal. I struggle to swallow. “Primed,” I echo weakly. “Primed for what?” “For me.”
I have successfully managed to turn Briar’s grumpy, bad boy hockey co-captain into a hold-my-purse boyfriend. I’ve won the world.

