Ashlan’s tongue swiped out to wet her bottom lip and she tried hard not to laugh. “Not a lot of wiggle room once you’re on red, buddy.” “Sure,” I said, leaning against the counter and crossing my feet at the ankles as I took her in. She tucked her light brown hair behind her ear and smiled. So damn pretty. She wore a yellow dress with little straps over her tan shoulders. My mouth watered at the sight of her, and I silently cursed myself for wanting to reach out and touch her.
