“—Paige JAKE RIPPED OFF his jacket and flung it across the bed. How had he got himself pulled into that conversation? How? He’d dropped his guard for a moment, that was all, and Paige had sneaked under it with her baby blues and disarming honesty. Beyond his windows, lightning split the night sky but all he could think of was Paige apologizing for “misreading” a situation she’d read perfectly. He should have shut her right down. Instead, he’d dished out some honesty himself. Way too ...much honesty. There was a hammering at his door, and he swore under his breath, knowing it meant only one thing. He dragged it open, ready with his excuses. Paige stood there, her dark hair wet from the rain and her eyelashes gleaming with raindrops. Jake stared at her as if she were a drug he shouldn’t touch, torn between slamming the door between them and hauling her inside.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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