βYou didnβt think I paid attention. I didnβt think so
either, but all that weird crap you said about altered
states of awareness seeped in. Itβs like you sledge hammered
holes in the walls I didnβt know Iβd built. I can see
further than I ever could and I feel like I have a chance at
something different now.β
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.
βNo one changes overnight,β she said secretly undecided.
βIβm not saying Iβve changed. In fact, Iβm about to beat the
crap out of your foster brother and Iβll probably like it.
Iβm saying because of everything youβve introduced me to,
Iβm questioning some of my ideas. Will it change me? I donβt
know.β
βAw, you have a schoolboy crush on your first teacher.β
βHeh.β He wagged a finger at Scarlett. βYou might be on to
something, with one exception.β
βWhatβs that?β He stepped close enough for her to see a
hairline scar on his top lip. βIβm no boy.β 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. Couldnβt be him. Her muscles
softened. She wanted to sit. She dangled the car key.
βHave dinner with me,β he said.
βWhat about your married friend?β
βThe world is saturated with Tonyaβs and Candaceβs. Iβve
only met one Scarlett. And Iβm not gonna to lie. When it
comes to women, Iβm no amateur.β