was mind over matter.
Right now, what mattered was him getting his head on straight so that they could get to dinner and the jazz festival.
“You look fine,” he said. “Besides, it’s just me.”
“Yeah, you and the hundreds of other people that will be at the jazz festival. You don’t want them looking at you and wondering, Who’s that homely woman with Jake Lennox?”
Homely? How could she see herself that way? It didn’t make sense.
“Darlin’, you are a lot of things, but homely isn’t one of them.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “Okay. Okay. You don’t have to lay it on so thick. Let me get my sandals and we can go.”
When she turned around to walk back into the bedroom, his eyes dropped to her backside which swayed gently beneath the fabric of her dress.
What was wrong with him?
Nothing.
Just because Anna was his friend and it had never really registered in his brain that she was an attractive woman, didn’t mean she wasn’t or that he couldn’t appreciate her...from afar.
From very far away. If he knew what was good for him.
But why now?
Why, in the wake of this bet, did it feel as if he was seeing her for the very first time?
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