When I pull up in front of the abandoned house at the end of the dark street, I can’t get out of my car. The invisible hands of common sense and logic grip me, trying to force me to spin the car around and go back home. I almost do. But then I see him walking down the driveway toward me, a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth, untied boots thudding on the asphalt with that sexy, confident walk. And then that smile. It’s that magical smile that’s sexy as hell one minute and adorable the next that’s going to be my undoing. He opens my car door and leans his arm on the roof as he peers in at
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