"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

/"How do I look?/" I asked with a dopey grin as I readjusted the tie around my neck in the drop-down, sun visor mirror. /"Gorgeous, right?/"

With the world beyond the safety of the car bright and almost cheerful, Deacon had taken advantage of the almost sunny weather and was sporting a pair of wrap-around Ray-bans. He flicked them up at my question, setting them on the top of his messy black hair.

/"You,/" he said, shifting in his seat so that he was facing me, /"Are always gorgeous. Today, you just look very well put together. Hell, dare I say it, like a fine, upstanding citizen./"

/"Don't take the piss,/" I chastised, but couldn't help but grin. I was wearing the dorky suit that my mom had made me wear last year for my uncle's wedding, and then had gone on to wear for my first job interview. /"You look . . . nice too./"

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