“Gotta be honest, honey. I’ve never heard of you before.” Reese gasps, but she doesn’t look insulted, she looks pleased. “Good. My songs suck.” A half-smile crosses her face. “They’re all as fake as my hair.” That pulls a chuckle out of me. Curious green eyes flick to mine. “I’ve never heard of you either, Ford ‘Flamethrower’ Montgomery.” The way she drags it out, soft and teasing, has my cock twitching. I give a dry laugh and shrug. “Once upon a time, I played ball.” “Why’d you stop?” “Bad knees. Bad shoulders.”
