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I had always just considered my family, but every damn time I got around Miranda now, I felt like it was undeniable. She was gorgeous and witty, and not to mentio n an excellent mother. Who cared about her past relationships, or her taste in men ? It was obvious that she had bad luck with guys and I could understand how her sex appeal would get her into trouble.
    The girl could walk into a room and turn heads. She didn’t have to wear skimpy dresses or doll her face up in makeup. She had it naturally. I know because I had seen the way she looked when she woke up. Her hair may have been a mad mess, but she was adorable anyway.
    I knew what Conner was doing when he picked up Courtney, and part of me wanted to thank him for the gesture , the other part, well not so much . If I were at home and met this girl under different circumstances perhaps I would have liked to take her home and show her a good time, but ever since I walked down those steps and saw Miranda, she was all I could think about.
    I don’t think she had any clue what she was doing to me. While Courtney continued to throw herself all over me on the dance floor, I couldn’t stop peeking over her shoulder to catch just a glimpse of Miranda. The way that dress came down so low and showed off her breasts made me crazy. It also made her ass pop and I wanted to reach my hands u nder it and touch her soft skin. She could have been a swim suit model. The girl was perfection.
    My leg was really starting to throb, so I excused myself from the next dance to take a seat at the bar. I headed in the direction of where Miranda had been sitting, not noticing yet that she was nowhere to be seen. I took a few more looks around the crowded bar as I sat down and ordered a drink. Courtney plopped down in the stool next to me a nd slid her hand up the thigh of my jeans. I still couldn’t believe I was con si dering turning down such an easy lay.
    “You ’re even hotter than I pictured,” s he purred.
    I considered allowing her to keep thinking that she had a chance with me, and maybe even being nice just in case my next visit here didn’t go as well and I needed an easy out-of-town booty call. She was definitely going to be pissed if I told her I wasn’t intereste d and part of me was saying what a fool I was being for denying myself a piece, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Miranda. Hell, I didn’t even know if I even had a chance with her at this point. Not only had we both talked about just being friends, but also we had never made a move on each other. I just had this feeling that I couldn’t shake. I needed to find out why I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
    Reluctantly, I grabbed Courtney’s hand and pried it off of my leg. “Look, you are really hot and I appreciate you hanging out with me tonight, but I just can’t hook up with anyone right now.”
    I thought that my words were nice enough to get her to back off. “I know all about your relationship with Savanna. I wish you would reconsider , because I am sure that after one night with me, I will make you forget all about her.”
    Don’t picture her naked…
    “Yeah, it’s just not going to happen. I am sure it would be a great time, but I just can’t tonight.”
    “It’s too bad. You don’t know what you are missing. I have a lot of special talents that you don’t know about.”
    “I bet you do.” I shot her a smile and continued to look around the bar. “Have you seen Miranda? I haven’t seen her since our dance ended and she doesn’t have a car here to leave.”
    Courtney crossed her legs and gave me a dirty look. “I can’t believe you are actually blowing me off to look for your whore of a cousin.”
    I tried to remain calm to the best of my ability, but I knew I was doing a piss poor job. “What the hell did you just call her?”
    “I call ed her a whore, a slut, a ho, because that is what she is. Everyone in town knows how easy that girl is. Then she went and got knocked up by that