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put the glasses back on and smiled at him for the first time in almost a year. “Oh Beau, I don’t even know how to begin to thank you. I mean, you really didn’t have to. Mama and me would’ve managed, but this is just so… I don’t even have words. Thank you, thank you, thank you .”
    He shrugged. “No big deal. Sorry about stepping on your glasses.”
    “Sorry about jumping on your back. I was just trying to—”
    “I know what you were trying to do,” he said, finding it hard to keep the bitterness out of his voice, even though that wasn’t part of the plan.
    She smoothed her hair, which she wore in long, synthetic braids, behind her ear. “I’m just real surprised, that’s all. I thought you hated me.”
    “I don’t hate you.”
    She snorted. “Could have fooled me.”
    Even though this had all been pre-planned, his heart started beating faster when he insisted, “I don’t hate you. If anything, I like you too much.” He cast his eyes away. “That’s why I’ve been trying to keep my distance from you since you started at Forest Brook.”
    Her eyes narrowed behind her new eyeglasses. “Now I know you got jokes, Beau Prescott. There is no way you’re giving me more than two thoughts when I’m not keeping you from beating up kids half your size.”
    He shook his head, and took a step closer to her. “Why are you finding it so hard to believe someone like me might like someone like you?”
    Now her face went from laughing to flustered. “Because I’m not blond or rich. Because I don’t look like any of the popular girls at Forest Brook.”
    “No, you don’t,” he agreed, taking yet another step closer to her. “But you’re smart and loyal to a fault. You stand your ground, and you don’t back down.”
    He took off her glasses, so he could fully see her nut-brown face without anything in the way. And his next words were completely true: “And I don’t care if you’re not blond, you’re so goddamn pretty, I always have a hard time not staring when you walk by.”
    She blinked. “Really?”
    He shook his head at her, “You got Fairgood and me mooning after you and you don’t even know it.”
    She shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. Colin and me are just friends.”
    “If Fairgood and you are just friends, that’s because you haven’t given him the green light,” he said with a lazy smirk. “Everybody at Forest Brook knows he’s got a thing for you.”
    “No,” she said with another shake of her head. “If he liked me, why was he under the stairs kissing your girlfriend last week?”
    “My ex-girlfriend,” he corrected. “And being a fellow guy, I’m guessing he was trying to make you jealous, but it backfired, ‘cause all that happened is you ended up defending him against me and getting your glasses broke.”
    She laughed, but continued shaking her head, “No, you’re wrong.”
    “I’m not wrong,” he said. And he stepped closer.
    The smile faded from her face. “You are.”
    “No, I’m not,” he said.
    “Yes, you are—”
    He cut her off with a kiss, and she let out a little whimper of surprise before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back.
    The plan had been one make-out session with Josie, one make-out session only. He’d known he’d like the making out part, just not how much.
    What started off soft soon blazed into something red hot. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and explored it with rough passion, but soon even that wasn’t enough. Making sounds he’d never made with Mindy deep in his throat, he pushed her into the nearest shed wall, his large body blanketing hers.
    “Why the hell do you taste so good?” he asked against her mouth, like cinnamon and something else he couldn’t name. It made him want to taste other parts of her body, just to see.
    And just like that, what he’d originally intended as nothing more than a make-out session raged out of control.
    He unbuckled her jeans and bent down.
    “Beau? What are