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When the former fat girl and the former geek meet at their high school reunions, past desires are tossed aside as new ones ignite. But when Mia's old insecurities return, can Jack convince her she's deserving of his love?
Jase stood perfectly still. This was his teenage dream come true--Allison Beaumont's undivided attention and her hands all over him.
Just like it always did when in her presence, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth and nothing intelligent entered his brain--except to mutter his first name when she'd asked. Damn, that hadn't happened since ... well, the last time he'd tried to talk to Allison.
Her bright red nails clutching his forearm were in sharp contrast to the navy of his suit coat. But, to his complete chagrin and maybe even relief, Allison did nothing to his hormones. She talked too much, telling him about her recent divorce, her kids, and her new career as a real estate agent. The blonde hair now came from a bottle and was a little too brassy, a little too over-processed for his taste.
Cher had long since morphed into Paula Abdul's, Straight Up. The groups intermingled, laughed, shook hands, and pounded each other on the back. Jase watched--as he'd watched his high school years trudge by--with an air of detachment.
"You never told me your last name," Allison said.
Her eyes narrowed in thought. "I don't remember a Jase Wallace in our class."
Of course she didn't. "Trust me, I was there."
She seemed to think about it for a moment, then shrugged. "Let's dance." Her hand caressed the length of his arm, hopped over to his side and slid lower.
Her hand fell away and she tilted her head.
Inside Jase squirmed, understanding how a turkey felt in mid-November.
Just as Tone Loc's deep voice vibrated through the building, a lone woman stepped through the entrance. She was slim and dressed tokill in a tight leather skirt that stopped a good four inches above her knees. A black sweater hugged her breasts and revealed creamy shoulders.
Wild Thing. His heart beat in time to the heavy bass.
Jesus, she was a looker. Hair the color of copper, with big corkscrew curls framing her face. She looked around as if maybe she'd stepped into an alternate universe. She was too far away to tell the color of her eyes, but they were wide. A curl fell over one, making her look sexy and cute all at the same time.
No way had she graduated in his class. He would've remembered her. She far outshined both the past and present Allison Beaumont.
A group of people stepped between them and by the time they passed, she was gone, as if she hadn't been there at all.
Posted August 4, 2010
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