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picture was meant for him and he’d come to her? As if she’d called him?
    Mya bit back hysterical laughter. Teen Mya would have loved Brad Davenport to hunt her down for a hookup. Adult Mya had learned to avoid sharks. And of all the people she had to mistakenly send a picture to, it had to be her best friend’s brother? Her best friend’s completely gorgeous , speed-through-a-million-sexual-partners brother?
    Brad held her gaze captive with his warm, amused one. ‘But my phone cost a lot of money and I don’t like the way you’re holding that glass of water. I don’t think my phone can survive the depths.’
    Was the guy a mind-reader? Of course she wanted to drown the thing—she’d drown Brad himself if she could. Or better still, herself.
    How could she have made such a mistake? This ranked as the most mortifying moment of her life. Why had she gone with the scarlet bikini with the see-through sides?
    ‘How come you have my number anyway?’ he asked lazily, confirming the worst.
    ‘This was an old phone of Lauren’s.’ Mya groaned. ‘She passed it on to me.’
    ‘One of the ones she lost and made Dad replace?’
    Hell, that would be right. For a while there Lauren had made her father pay—literally. ‘She told me he’d given her a new one and she didn’t need this one any more.’ She didn’t like the frown in Brad’s eyes.
    Yeah, she was the bad influence, wasn’t she? The one who came from the wrong side of the tracks to lead Lauren astray. Did he think she abused her relationship with Lauren to get things? Lauren’s parents had thought that. Indeed, Lauren had tried to give Mya things. Myahad refused to take most of them. The little she had, she’d hidden from her own parents. She didn’t want them feeling bad that they couldn’t afford those kinds of gifts—indeed any. Even then Lauren had tricked her into taking this phone and she’d taken nothing since.
    And now? Now there was no dignity left in this situation. ‘Would you please delete it?’ she asked. Yeah, begging already.
    ‘Never.’
    Incredibly, his instant laughing response melted her but she couldn’t be flattered by this. She just couldn’t . ‘It wasn’t meant for you.’
    ‘More’s the pity,’ he said softly. ‘Do you often text pictures of yourself in underwear to your friends?’
    ‘It wasn’t underwear ,’ she said indignantly.
    His chin lifted and the sound of his laughter rang out, crashing and curling over her like a wave of warmth. ‘It’s a bra.’
    But Mya couldn’t float in that tempting sea. ‘It’s a bikini.’
    He shook his head, his brown eyes teasing. ‘Sorry, Mya. It’s a bra.’
    She was still too mortified to be teased. ‘I was in a swimwear store. I wanted Lauren’s opinion on it. It was a bikini.’
    ‘There were see-though bits.’ He gestured widely and half shrugged. ‘There was underwire. Looked like a bra to me.’
    ‘You’d know because you’ve seen so many?’ She tried to bite, but felt her blush rise higher.
    ‘Sure,’ he chuckled. ‘And for the record, yes, you can definitely get away with it.’
    Brad watched Mya closely and couldn’t bring himself to take the polite step back despite knowing thedoll was embarrassed beyond belief. But no way in hell was he ever deleting that image. She was gorgeous—far more gorgeous than he’d realised. The picture had been the teaser, but seeing her like this now? All flushed and snappy, pocket-sized but bright-eyed—he was beyond intrigued.
    Her hair was swept into a ponytail. Now he remembered the colour had frequently changed. She and Lauren had spent for ever in Lauren’s room, giggles emanating as they did outrageous things to their hair. Though right now, instead of hot pink and purple, Mya’s hair colour looked almost natural—a light brown with slightly blonde streaks round the front. Her wickedly high cheekbones created sharp planes sloping down to that narrow little chin. Those teeth and that impish smile broke