“This is your fault, you know.” “My fault?” His brows lift, but he doesn’t look away from his magazine. “How on earth did you come to that conclusion?” “Your freaky good looks made her blind to all but you, sunshine.” His expression is blank, though his lips twitch. “If only I could strike women speechless.”

“This is your fault, you know.” “My fault?” His brows lift, but he doesn’t look away from his magazine. “How on earth did you come to that conclusion?” “Your freaky good looks made her blind to all but you, sunshine.” His expression is blank, though his lips twitch. “If only I could strike women speechless.”

— Kristen Callihan