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Kyra’s cheeks burned hot with his words. She felt like such an i***t. “How much did he tell you?”
Slade shrugged.
Kyra shook her head. “Fine, yes, we were talking about you the other morning when you walked in. I like to draw. And you have a really nice face. I didn’t mean for Rocky to see it.”
“You did a drawing of me?” Slade asked, his brows going up. The edge of his mouth quirked into a grin, and those damn arms of his went back on his head.
He was a f*****g god. Kyra had enough trouble getting a guy who looked like he was an accountant or sold insurance to pay attention to her, but a man like Slade… she still couldn’t believe he wanted her.
“I… it was just one, and I…” She sighed and met his gaze. No sense hiding it. “Yes.”
“Can I see it?” he asked, surprising her.
“I… um, i
