Fav Passage

The jerk’s eyes trailed down my front. I hate my cleavage. It comes from the Horakova genes. Everything irritating comes from Mom’s side of the family.

“Yo.” I pointed to my eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect— You look enchanting tonight.”

“That’s just another attempt to get an edge, and it isn’t going to work.” But he had made my entire body shiver. I wasn’t used to males looking at me like I’m a fudge sundae. I was used to them hunkering down and trash talking.

For some stinking reason, Tree came to mind. He looked at me a bit as though he was drug dazed. I needed to focus.

“Get to the point,” I continued. “You’ve gone to some trouble to get me to meet you.”

“Uh, can I get you a drink from the bar?”

What? Like this is a social call?

I said, “I’m seventeen.”