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Carly stalked off, burning in her own anger at having been foiled so easily. No one turns down Carly Travers. The truth was that only the one she really wanted had. Braden wasn't the one she was fuming over. These were old wounds, nursed to a constant ache with her inability to let go of that idiot.
She almost ran headfirst into a very pretty boy with a shock of red hair. "How do I not know you, gorgeous?" she asked a bit breathlessly.
Timmy laughed, ran his hand through his hair self consciously. "I don't go to your school. I'm Abby's brother."
And the plot thickened. Carly beamed at him, semi-feral, but still seductive in an effortlessly studied way. "I'm Abby's classmate, Carly."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Tim." He extended his hand and when Carly draped her fingers over his he felt obliged to run his lips across her knuckles. She was stunningly pretty and after the little Adelaide debacle, his ego could certainly use the boost her unprovoked flirting provided.
She almost ran headfirst into a very pretty boy with a shock of red hair. "How do I not know you, gorgeous?" she asked a bit breathlessly.
Timmy laughed, ran his hand through his hair self consciously. "I don't go to your school. I'm Abby's brother."
And the plot thickened. Carly beamed at him, semi-feral, but still seductive in an effortlessly studied way. "I'm Abby's classmate, Carly."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Tim." He extended his hand and when Carly draped her fingers over his he felt obliged to run his lips across her knuckles. She was stunningly pretty and after the little Adelaide debacle, his ego could certainly use the boost her unprovoked flirting provided.