Chapter 11

He chuckled over his shoulder. “How did you know it was me?”

I shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

He turned and headed around the bar. He was standing in front of me a moment later. He had the bluest eyes. The sky turned green with jealousy at so much friggin’ blue. You could take a dip in them, in fact. Better yet, a skinny dip. “Lucky,” he echoed, breath minty fresh. This is what Crest commercials were made of. Nine out of ten dentists would’ve pulled him in and devoured him whole, blue eyes and all. Me, I blushed—which, under all that foundation, was impossible to see—and he then headed us to the stage door.

He led me inside. “You got a song preference, should you to decide to sync your lips tonight?”