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started to ask if it was anything regarding the mural, but he cut me off quickly.
    “Look, it’s a list of numbers,” he said keeping his eyes firm on the road.
    “Numbers?”
    “Yeah, for chicks. I was looking to see who I was going to call tonight when we’re done here.” Ouch, not what I was expecting, and not what I believed, but that didn’t mean I needed the reminder of his overtly friendly ways.
    “Awesome,” I said focusing on the irritation I felt rather than the jealousy masking a smidgen of pain.
    “You know how I am, C,” he said callously.
    “Yep,” I said popping the p.
    He nodded slowly, softly, and bit the corner of his full bottom lip, but he never looked at me again. Just as well, because I’d probably sneer at him and sneering didn’t look good on me.
     

     
    “So what do we need?” I asked pulling out the paint cards and reading the names of the colors.
    “I’m thinking maybe a red. Something bright and fun,” he said reaching behind me to grab a sample card. With the position he was standing in, his outstretched arm caused his much larger body to wrap around me. The scent of his cologne had warmed on his skin and curled into my space. My insides got all gooey at the feeling of being literally wrapped up in Wes. Then, I remembered his comment in the car. Bitch slapped by reality.
    “What about this one?” I pointed to the sample labeled “Sizzling Salsa.” I took a step closer to the sample wall, furthering myself from him.
    “Eh, that’s more orange than red,” he said stepping closer to surround me again. He shifted on his legs, bringing his chest so close to my back that I could feel the fabric of our t-shirts brush against each other. I was suddenly hyper aware of every inch of that shirt against my own. The rough brush of cotton on cotton teased my shoulder blades and tickled the bottom of my neck. The heat of his closeness nipped at my own skin when he leaned in a bit further.
    “This one looks red.” He leaned forward even more, and his chest melted into my back. My stomach tightened on contact. I had no clue what color Wes was looking at, and I didn’t really care at freakin’ all.
    “Perfect,” I said through my tightened voice courtesy of my lungs that forgot to breathe. He was so close, too close.
    “Capri?” Wes whispered to me, but he was cut short of whatever question required such a tender tone by the most unflattering squeal. Not my own. Naturally, my squeals were adorable.
    “Hey, Wes.” A female voice beckoned him from behind us, and his words were gone along with his body.
    “Tori, hey. What’s up, darlin’?” Psh. Darlin’, what a stupid nickname. I continued to pick and pull at the wall of paint colors, but my ears were listening to everything behind me.
    “I’m so happy I ran into you. I need a man’s opinion.” Tori’s voice was like the sound of a fork scratching against an empty plate. I pulled a lump of paint samples and shoved them back into an entirely different space.
    “Sure thing, whatcha need?” Wes asked, all too willing to help Tori. Typical. I flicked my nails across brown shades ones after the other.
    “I’m bolting my headboard to my wall, you know how much it rattles—” of course he does “—and I can’t figure out which ones will keep it steady.” Well, that was enough eavesdropping for me. I started to walk away when I felt the rough yet soft touch of his hand on my elbow.
    “C?” he asked, and I turned around for a split second before I ran off. I was so not dealing with this. “I’ll be right back, ‘kay?” he said, and I nodded sneaking a glance at Tori.
    Tori was short, but thanks to her obscene pleather pumps, she towered above me and met Wes’ height. I didn’t know shoes came in pleather. Her feet must be ridiculously sweaty.
    She peered down at me from under her false eyelashes and gave me a knowing smirk. I didn’t like it. Then she bit her super thin bottom lip as she pulled her shoulders