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He taps my thigh with the back of his fingers. “Do you want food or not?”
“If you don’t take me, I’m sure I can find someone else to.”

“Yeah? Like who?” I grin. “I’m sure Bobby Parsons would love to take me to dinner.”

Bobby was on our high school football team and asked me out several times in senior year. I refused every time; he’s a lovely guy but I’m not attracted to him the slightest. He scoffs loudly. “Like hell you are. Bobby’s wanted in your pants for at least six months.” I laugh. “How do you know that?”

He pulls into the parking lot of the diner and kills the engine. When he turns to me, his face is deadly serious. “Baby, there isn’t a single damn guy on that football team that didn’t want to get in your pants at some point during the last year.” The door opens as he climbs out. Is it me or is he less than happy about that? “Really?” I ask after he opens my door. “Really.” He takes my hands to help me out, and I head towards the diner. “Including me,” he mutters from behind.

I pause at the door. “You should know subtlety isn’t a real strong point of yours.” Reese’s arm reaches in front of me and his hand flattens against the door. I look up at him, meeting his gaze, and he’s so close I can barely breathe. I’m stupidly attracted to him – something made worse by the fact I’m not entirely sure if it’s just hormonal. We’ve known each other so long it feels almost natural to want him this way, like I was always meant to feel like this. He knows me as well as I know myself. If I wasn’t going to New York, things would go a whole lot differently. If my forever was in Harlan Grove, this summer could be the start of something beautiful, but it isn’t.

My forever begins somewhere miles away, and knowing that twists my gut as I look into the gold-flecked, hazel eyes gazing at me. “Kia,” he whispers. “Did any of the guys on the team make it obvious they wanted you?”

“No…”

“So they were subtle?” he clarifies. “Well yeah.”

“And did they get what they wanted? Did they get you?”

“No…” He lowers his head toward mine an inch, and his lips pull up on one side in that smirk that’s so sexy but so dangerous at the same time. “Then what makes you think I’m going to be subtle about it?”
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books. Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love. She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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