While it isn’t a lie, it might as well be. Getting into my routine won’t help; nothing will. Except for a pair of gray eyes and a flirty smile. The thought is like a shot to the gut, and I have to clench my hands in the bedspread to control the quick reaction. God, Bennett is going to have to tie me to my damn bed to keep me from seeking out that particular vice. I can feel the thrum of my blood at just the thought of her, the immediate warmth that her voice and scent and face provide.
