And honest to god, if I’d had a gun held to my head, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you a single thing about who had stepped down from the passenger side. Not when all of my attention was focused on Gruff Mr. Hottie Pants, who came stalking toward me like I’d parked in a fire lane. Damn, the Universe was working fast on this one. When I asked for more abundance in the dick department, I figured that was all I’d get. Instead, saucy Ms. Universe delivered this guy to me, who appeared to be abundant in every department—from his dark, shampoo-commercial hair that was tousled and yet somehow
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