Chapter Four
Just play it cool, man.
God, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her girlish features had grown into womanly curves. Her baggy jeans couldn’t hide the full, round hips beneath the denim. Had her mouth always been that plump and kissable?
She still wore her strawberry hair in two long braids, and they still seemed to be working loose, the way he remembered, giving her an air of irresistible softness that was at odds with her stormy expression.
His heart hammered uncomfortably against his ribs.
She stood ramrod straight, glowering as if she was trying to stare him into the floor. “Just what do you think you’re doing up here, Ben Sinclaire? And-and… what have you done to my tree house?” She flung out a hand, encompassing the space. If she was a dragon, he’d be no
