didn’t matter that Trey had sent a text telling me my con woman was at the bar. My eyes would have gone to her instantly in a crowd. Those acres of blond hair tumbling down her back and over the back of the stool. The way her sun-kissed shoulders peeked out from some sort of tank top with too many colors to count. She oozed an effortless sort of beauty. But more than that, a light. From her golden hair to the fire in those blue eyes.
I can already tell the sex scene is gonna be so cringe
