He regarded her silently with his blue eyes. His blond hair was a short and messy around his head, but it looked so damn good on him. “I’m sorry.” Why had she just said that? Shit, she needed to keep her damn mouth shut. The corner of his mouth kicked up. “Hey, Sunny.” And just hearing him say her name had her wet and aroused, and so damn frustrated. “London.” The whiney voice that came from behind him was familiar. Sunny dropped her hands from his chest and took a step back. He clenched his jaw and looked over his shoulder. “I thought we were going to go somewhere a little more private?” The brunette with the mountain breasts sidled up to him and ran her hand over his chest. Heat covered Sunny’s face. The girl she had left out on the porch, the one with the barely there clothing, snapped her eyes to Sunny, and a bitchy smile covered her perfectly painted lips. “Baby, you promised.” God, her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Sunny looked into London’s face again, saw him watching her intently, and felt the weight of the situation settle on her shoulders.
