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SKYLAR
Ashton Blackwood was s*x on a stick.
At least that was my initial thought seeing as how I’d read that very metaphor for the first time earlier in the morning about my latest book boyfriend.
Tall, sun-kissed brown locks and handsome as anything…wide shoulders and a trim waist…he wore his green button-down and black slacks better than any mannequin I’d ever seen.
And his eyes.
Oh, those beautiful, hazel-green orbs that appeared deep as an ocean yet clear as the summer sky. His had a kind face, and how he leaned in while listening as though fully intent on my every word fluttered silliness in my belly.
He’d pulled in front of Nora’s house with his fancy car, his shiny dress shoes and flashy watch suggesting he lived better than where I’d grown up on the farm.
Clean-shaven, w
