out. However, if she kept thinking about Alex, the first would likely
work itself out.
Since her brain
hurt from trying to do either, Ashleigh had sworn off thoughts of Alex for the
night. Which was why she was standing in the living room of Logan and Sam’s
immaculate home, trying to feel like she belonged.
After an hour of
engaging in conversations with a slew of people, Ashleigh was still feeling a
little awkward.
Between Logan
and Sam trying to introduce her to everyone, including Sierra Sellers, an
interior designer from Nashville, Ashleigh’s mind was racing, trying to put
names with faces. She’d even had a brief conversation with Luke, Logan’s sexy
as hell twin brother, but he didn’t seem to be in much of a good mood, so she’d
given him some space.
At times, it was
awkward trying to talk to adults about children’s books, especially those who
weren’t parents themselves. As much as they wanted to feign interest, Ashleigh
knew better.
When living a
life of isolation, it was easy to find ways to entertain yourself and Ashleigh
had come up with a few tricks of her own. Watching people was one of those
things that both amused her and provided good material for future work.
The McCoy house
was offering her a plethora of information that could be spun into some really
intriguing books. Suffice it to say, these people were unquestionably
entertaining. Of course, there was the most fascinating of them all, and though
she had sworn him off for the night, avoiding him required some creativity on
her part. The man was relentless.
Up to this
point, she’d succeeded in avoiding conversation with him, but his interest was
apparent, and a little flattering if she were completely honest. Although it was
a day late and a dollar short as far as she was concerned. Had he remembered
what happened so long ago, Ashleigh was pretty sure he wouldn’t be looking at
her like he was undressing her with his eyes. Instead, she hoped he’d be
blushing bright red with embarrassment.
Doubtful, but
she had a vivid imagination.
A commotion
sounded from the front hall causing Ashleigh to turn, just in time to see
Sierra nearly running out the door, Logan’s twin and a sexy blond man following
after her. No one seemed concerned with the drama, and Ashleigh wasn’t about to
get in the middle of it.
When Sam’s voice
drifted from the foyer, Ashleigh made out the words: Luke , frustrating ,
and gone and done it again .
“Hey.” The
familiar voice interrupted her eavesdropping. Swallowing hard, Ashleigh
summoned up the nerve to turn around.
“Hi.” One
syllable. That’s all she had to come up with. So how was it possible for it to
come out choppy and a little unsure?
It was odd the
effect Alex had on her. Here she was in a room filled with extremely good
looking men, all successful, confident, but Alex was the only one who could
make her heart pound. From his sexy, unkempt hair, to those dark, dark, emerald
green eyes, to that powerful body, Alex stole her breath.
Even in
comparison to Luke and Logan McCoy, identical twins who were by far the biggest
men Ashleigh had ever come into contact with, Alex was just as intimidating.
Maybe even more
so.
Admittedly,
Ashleigh wasn’t a shrinking violet. Easily above average in height, she was
thin, but not terribly so. She hadn’t been blessed with the luscious curves
that Sam or Sierra possessed, but she could fill out a bikini quite nicely,
thank you very much. Her arms were long, her legs even longer and to top it all
off, she had big feet. They were nice feet, but big nonetheless.
“Walk with me.”
Alex broke
through her thoughts, and Ashleigh managed to fight off the embarrassment. She
had spent the better part of her teenage years being shy and easily embarrassed
– something she worked exceptionally hard to overcome. In turn, she had become
incredibly outspoken, often too much so. So when Alex took her hand, linking
his powerful fingers with hers, she took that
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