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3. Annie
3 Annie I blinked rapidly. I must be hallucinating. What the f**k was Jordan doing at a Wright pool party? He stood near the grill, observing what was happening but not interfering. He held a beer in his hand and sipped it absentmindedly. And dear f*****g God, he was in nothing but short blue swim trunks. The kind reserved for surfers who wanted to show off their tanned, muscular thighs…which he had…and the ripped f*****g six-pack, which he also had, and that goddamn V that ended somewhere in his shorts. My mind went fuzzy at the thought of what was underneath that. Because yes, please, and thank you. I didn’t think. I just reacted, striding across the tiled pool walkway, straight to where he stood. His eyes flickered over to me for a second, and then he did a double take, as if reali
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