I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.
Jamie McGuireTags: love romance abby-abernathy travis-maddox
She smiled and wrapped her arms around him, kissing his neck. "I'll leave my number on the counter."
"Eh...Don't worry about it," He said in a casual tone.
"What?" She asked, leaning back to look in his eyes.
"Every time!" America said. She looked at the woman. "How are you surprised by this? He's Travis Fucking Maddox! He is famous for this very thing, and every time they're surprised!
I didn't say you were a bad person. I just don't like being a foregone conclusion for sole reason of having a vagina." I focused on the grains of salt on the table until I heard a choking noise from Travis's direction.
His eyes widened and he quivered with howling laughter. "Oh my God! You're killing me! That's it. We have to be friends. I won't take no for an answer.
I stared at the couch with revulsion. "She's someone's daughter, Travis. What if, down the line, someone treats your daughter like that?"
"My daughter better not drop her panties for some jackass she just met, let's put it that way.
He lifted my luggage off the floor. "You're not sleeping on the couch or the recliner. You're sleeping in my bed."
"Which is more unsanitary than the couch, I'm sure."
"There's never been anyone in my bed but me."
I rolled my eyes. "Give me a break!"
"I'm absolutely serious. I bag 'em on the couch. I don't let them in my room."
"Then why am I allowed in your bed?"
One corner of his mouth pulled up into an impish grin. "Are you planning on having sex with me tonight?"
"No!"
"That's why. Now get your cranky ass up, take your hot shower, and then we can study some Bio.
Don't even think about it, Travis. She's like my sister," America warned.
"Baby," Shepley said, "you just told him no. He's never gonna stop, now."
"You're not her type," she hedged.
Travis feigned offense. "I'm everyone's type!"
I peeked over at him and smiled.
"Ah! A smile. I'm not a rotten bastard after all.
A residual smile lingered on his face, making the dimple in his cheek sink in. The more he smiled, the more I wanted to hate him, and yet it was the very thing that made hating him impossible.
Jamie McGuireIt’s a Harley Night Rod. She’s the love of my life, so don’t scratch the paint when you get on.
Jamie McGuireI can’t figure you out. You’re the first girl that’s ever been disgusted with me before sex. You don’t get all flustered when you talk to me, and you don’t try to get my attention.
Jamie McGuireI stepped out of the bathroom in a black dress and hot pink heels.
America whistled. “Hot damn, Mama!”
I smiled in appreciation, and Travis held out his hand. “Nice legs.”
“Did I mention that it’s a magic razor?”
“I don’t think it’s the razor,” he smiled, pulling me out the door.
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