“I’m Rip, so that makes you Beth?” His voice was low, throaty, but with a warmth threaded through it. A warmth that sparked fire in my belly and places much lower than that. Holy. Fucking. Fuck. Did he just say that? He just said that. I let out a burst of laughter that sounded like it came from a hysterical teenager. “I own a few sundresses and a couple of pairs of cowboy boots because I am a Midwestern girl, but that’s as close to Beth as I’m ever going to get,” I said, going for a casual, joking tone yet failing abysmally. I wanted greatly for the earth to swallow me up. He kept looking at
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