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could see inside, but it somehow felt like his eyes were on me, watching me fidget. Okay. That was probably wishful thinking, but it really did feel that way. So much so that I refused to look in his direction, even though it was killing me not to check him out.
    “Can he see through the windshield, do you think?” Brandy mused.
    “Why?” I asked. “I don’t think so, but I’m not sure since the privacy glass is down.”
    “Well, it looks like he’s captivated by someone back here and it’s not me,” she stated.
    “Yeah. Then he definitely can’t see back here,” I said, feeling the heat run up my body.
    “I’m pretty sure he can, and all I can say is lucky you.”
    I turned my attention back to him and saw him speaking with Bernie, but I will admit his gaze did manage to gravitate in this direction.
    “I think I’d trade my soul for one night with him,” I whispered.
    “That’s my Gabby,” Brandy chuckled. “You just needed a Mr. Perfect to show up.”
    “He’s completely unattainable,” I replied, daring myself to look at him once more. “That’s why I can say it. He’ll drive off, so will we, and I won’t have to worry.”
    His hand gripped a leather wallet, and my gaze followed up his long, muscular arm as I watched him stuff it back in his pocket. How could a slight movement do this to me? His laughter echoed all the way to the car as he patted Bernie’s shoulder and dipped his head to peek through the windshield. This time there was no doubt who he was looking at as our eyes locked, sending a shiver up my spine. His long lashes outlined his amber eyes, and they were like liquescent gold as the sunlight caught the bronze flecks just right. I didn’t even think that was a possible eye color, except maybe in a little movie I happened to love back in high school and college, but still those were contacts. These weren’t. His lip quirked up, and he gave a slight nod. So slight, I wasn’t even sure it happened.
    Brandy squealed and tightened her grip. “He’s coming this way,” she said.
    “Quick. Sit over there.” I pointed to the backseat, and she dove toward it. I started laughing but followed right behind her. I felt the giddiness of high school fill me to the brim, and I had no idea why.
    “How come we just did that?” she muttered, ready for the next commandment as she adjusted her dress.
    “I have no idea,” I confessed.
    I pointed at the Grecian God as he peered into the darkened glass next to us. He did a double tap on the window with his knuckles as his lips twisted into a cocky smile. When he stood back up, I noticed his shirt hugging his flat stomach and began dreaming about my fingers skating across it and started chuckling.
    “What’s so funny?” Brandy quipped and I shook my head.
    “I have no effing idea, but this mirage of a man is turning me into a mess.”
    “He’s no mirage,” she replied.
    I watched as the man threw us another lopsided smile, but I also knew this time he couldn’t see us. He just seemed to like the idea of messing with us.
    “So, you got the President inside here or a bunch of giggling high school girls on their way to prom?” His voice low, scalding my insides.
    Brandy looked at me horrified. “This is why you hate riding in this thing,” she stated.
    I nodded quickly, keeping my eyes on the guy who was slowly moving toward the door.
    “Completely pretentious modes of transportation will never lead to good things.” I took a deep breath in.
    “Yep. My bet is that it’s a bunch of sixteen year olds,” he said coyly, arrogance filling his every word and gesture. “Waiting to get—”
    Brandy’s breathing stopped at about the same time mine did.
    My heart fell to my toes as he opened the door and ducked his head inside the limo. He was gorgeous. No. That’s not true. He was beyond gorgeous. His amber eyes filled with mischief as he looked at Brandy and then at me.
    He looked to be in his late twenties. I heard Bernie talking,