Chapter Three
Brodie stood staring as the screen door slammed shut behind Jamey. Damn. She was good. And way too sexy for her skinny frame. The smirk she’d shot him indicating she knew she’d won this round had gone straight to his balls. He needed to have a talk with his balls. Jamey wasn’t remotely his type. But the whole time they’d talked, he’d found himself focusing on the way her mouth moved.
He had no desire to kiss her. None whatsoever.
Except that suddenly he did.
Damn.
Where the hell had that thought come from?
She was too tall. Too skinny. Too mouthy. But there were surprising benefits to having a woman’s face so close to his own. For starters, he could see every expression, every thought that passed over her features. Second, he was close enough to observe the crinkles aro
