“You didn’t think I paid attention. I didn’t think so
either, but all that weird crap you said about altered
states of awareness seeped in. It’s like you sledge hammered
holes in the walls I didn’t know I’d built. I can see
further than I ever could and I feel like I have a chance at
something different now.”
While his honeyed words dripped down her bones, she took in
his manly jaw and rounded muscles. Gorgeous guys like Holt
didn't look twice at colorful women like Scarlett, let alone
show interest. She elevated out of her awestruck sinkhole.
“No one changes overnight,” she said secretly undecided.
“I’m not saying I’ve changed. In fact, I’m about to beat the
crap out of your foster brother and I’ll probably like it.
I’m saying because of everything you’ve introduced me to,
I’m questioning some of my ideas. Will it change me? I don’t
know.”
“Aw, you have a schoolboy crush on your first teacher.”
“Heh.” He wagged a finger at Scarlett. “You might be on to
something, with one exception.”
“What’s that?” He stepped close enough for her to see a
hairline scar on his top lip. “I’m no boy.” His appearance,
his sugary scent, and his bold personality goaded her mind,
body, and maybe even her soul.
Yesterday she had asked the universe for someone fearless
and in walked Holt. But she wanted out of the storm and he
constantly ran toward its eye. Couldn’t be him. Her muscles
softened. She wanted to sit. She dangled the car key.
“Have dinner with me,” he said.
“What about your married friend?”
“The world is saturated with Tonya’s and Candace’s. I’ve
only met one Scarlett. And I’m not gonna to lie. When it
comes to women, I’m no amateur.”