Shayleigh Hatch couldn’t believe—could not believe—that Austin Royal had shown up and spilled punch all over her shirt. A light colored one too—one of her favorites.
believeAnd why was he sitting in the back row, his fingers curled into fists and his eyes squarely on her?
Surely he wasn’t here for the anger management meeting. But he hadn’t left….
His shirt was blue and white plaid, and with the red punch stain, he looked like he was ready for the Fourth of July.
Shay forced herself to focus on the other thirteen people who’d come to the library tonight. Sometimes there were only four or five people in attendance, and she didn’t want to drive more people away because she couldn’t control her temper.
She’d worked too hard for too long to let a man—even if he was good-looking and charmi
