Book of Luke (Book 2) (23 page)

Picking Up Chicks for Dummies
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I laughed. It’s odd that this guy thought he
needed to read
that
, with two college girls there
practically groveling at his feet. They whispered a few feet away,
like they were too scared to approach him.

And they’d
better be
scared!

He rubbed his chin as he read, and suddenly
caught my gaze.

I glanced back at my book and read to the
end of the page. Not that I could say exactly
what
I’d read,
but I flipped the page and looked up through my lashes.

He licked his lips and flipped a page
himself. When our eyes locked next, I didn’t look away.

His eyes said it all. I was melting faster
than a marshmallow over a freakin’
bonfire
, because I could
read those eyes so well.

I could tell with no uncertainty how he felt
about me, how much he loved me, and how much Dad would freak if he
saw that look—that hungry, passionate look.

He put the dating guide down and strolled
over to me. I glanced back at my book, and when I looked up, I saw
him there: Tall, blond and handsome, with a sparkling white smile.
He smelled beyond incredible, and—especially from that angle—was
sexy beyond belief.

“Hey, Beautiful. Can I buy you a book?”

My heart fluttered and I grew weak—even just
sitting there, it felt like I couldn’t get up. It felt like I’d
have rubber legs. It felt like I was positively in love.

I bit my lip and slowly rose to my feet. “I
don’t see why not,” I said.

He drew slightly closer to me. “Awesome,” he
breathed, his eyes searching mine.

“Gonna get your book?” I asked with a light
smile, pointing toward the dating aisle.

“Nah! Not even that could help me!” He
grinned.

I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.
The college girls grew disheartened and wandered off in a pout.

“I’ve missed you,” I said, inhaling his
scent.

“I missed you more.” he said, his hands
tight around my waist. “You know it’s bad when you’re calling voice
mail just to hear someone’s voice.”

I chuckled, my grip on him tightening.

“I’m glad you got my hint and met me here,”
he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I buried my head in his chest, and he
embraced me. “Is that what the poem was for?” I asked, smiling
softly.

“Yup.” He nudged my chin up. “And I meant
every word.”

“I love you, Luke,” I said, my voice
trembling with emotion.

“I love you, Beautiful.” His forehead rested
against mine. “More than you know.”

And then he kissed me.

FINDING TROY

(MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER, Book 3)

MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER

MAKING UP BLAKE

(MY BEST FRIEND’S BROTHER, Book 4)

LIFE WITH JESSE DANIELS

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