“It’s not about leaving the house. It’s about you being all sexy Jude the Lumberjack Musician and having all these women lusting after you.” Even as dread formed in my gut, a hint of a thrill zipped through me. Had she seriously admitted that she’d be jealous of any women who might come on to me? I circled the island and stood in front of her, tipping her chin up with my fingers. “Trouble. No one will be throwing panties at me tonight.” I caressed her jawline, studying every facet of her beautiful, pouty face. “In fact, the only girl who has ever thrown panties at me was you.” “I did not.” She
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