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face while she talked, fascinated by the curve of her lips and the glint of laughter in her wide, cat eyes. She was pretty at a distance, but stunning up close, her face all elegant lines and planes—cheekbone, jaw, nose, lips. But it was her eyes, jade green with flecks of sapphire and gold, that made it impossible to look away.
    So he didn’t.
    He cornered her against the gym wall and stared into her eyes. “And what would I do with a dozen angels, little girl?” he asked, his voice low, husky. Dangerous.
    He saw the flicker in her eyes and the tip of her tongue dart to wet her upper lip. He couldn’t tell if she was afraid or intrigued.
    “Give them as gifts,” she answered coolly. “Your mother and girlfriend might like one.”
    “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
    “Well, your mother.”
    “So that’s one. What about the other eleven?”
    “You could hang them in your truck, put them in your room, string a few over your bed.” Her long black lashes blinked, her expression innocent. “Might help keep you out of trouble.”
    She knew his reputation, then.
    And she wasn’t afraid.
    “I see you watching me,” he said.
    “How is that possible?” she asked, arching a brow. “You never look at me.”
    He looked from the winged brow to the full curve of her lips. His body hardened. Damn, she was hot.
    And she was also fifteen. Only fifteen.
    “How much are the ornaments?” he asked gruffly.
    “Fifteen each, or two for twenty-five.”
    “And if I buy twelve?”
    “I’ll buy the popcorn when you take me to the movies this weekend.” She smiled up at him, eyes dancing. “There are lots of really good movies out right now, and I’m free Friday and Saturday—”
    “I’m not a big movie guy.”
    “Then we can skip the movie, and just go park.”
    She hadn’t really just said that, had she? For a split second he couldn’t breathe. “You’re fifteen ,” he said, voice strangled.
    “I’m not asking to have your baby.”
    “Good. Because you’re not going to have my baby.” He stared at her, baffled, fascinated, outraged. And wildly turned on. “You’re out of control.”
    “I’m not, actually. I don’t mess around. I’ve never even been kissed.” She took a quick breath, her smile unsteady, her confidence flagging. “But I’d like to kiss you.”
    “McKenna Douglas,” he growled.
    “So you do know who I am.”
    “Of course I know who you are. I know which classes you have. I know what you eat for lunch. And I could probably tell you what you wore every day this week.”
    Her lips parted, then closed. Pink stormed her cheeks. “Really?” she squeaked.
    And it was that breathy little squeak that did him in.
    She was gorgeous and sweet and smart and far too good for him. But he needed her. He needed someone good like McKenna to believe him in.
    He bought the brass angels, a whole dozen, and he gave one to his mother for Christmas and hung the other eleven from his truck, his room, the mirror in the bathroom, and yes, on fishing wire over his bed.
    Trey shifted in the diner booth and looked past McKenna’s shoulder towards the bathroom. “Maybe I should check on him.”
    He rose without waiting for her to respond.
    *
    McKenna sagged as Trey left the booth, his long strides carrying him across the diner floor.
    For the past two years she’d known that TJ was looking more and more like his father, but she’d forgotten the details. She’d forgotten the way Trey made a room feel small and other people boring. She’d forgotten Trey’s height and his sheer physicality. He was stronger than other men, more charismatic, too. But his nearness was wreaking havoc on her nerves. She felt tangled up in emotions she didn’t want, and couldn’t handle.
    For two years she’d worked to forget him.
    For two years she’d pretended he didn’t exist.
    But he did exist. He was here. And already he was changing everything.
    Trey wasn’t gone long. In fact, he seemed to walk into the men’s