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his chest, like they had a mind of their own. Yup, her ability to think straight was obliterated when he was around…but maybe thinking straight was entirely overrated.
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    Liam James was a heavy sleeper, had been since he was a child. This was why the alarm on his phone was loud and obnoxious and would usually go off for a full five minutes before it would even register in his sleep-hazed brain. But luckily for him he hadn’t been dead to the world that morning. Otherwise he would’ve missed the attempted exit of his violet-eyed, black-haired goddess.
    Thank the Lord for small favors, because never seeing Harper again would’ve been one massive mistake.
    He’d noticed her the second she’d walked into the Second Hand Guitar, which was saying something as the bar had been packed. But then again it was always packed. The place was up there with the Bluebird Café on musicians getting discovered in Nashville, not to mention some already well-known names liked to stop in and do a little impromptu show. So the crowd of people was always thick with musical and nonmusical patrons alike.
    Liam had his own soft spot for the bar. Whenever he was in town he practically lived there, writing more of his songs on one of those bar stools than anywhere else. Then there was the fact that he’d been discovered there himself.
    Three years ago he’d been singing up on the stage when Hunter Andrews of the country duo Isaac Hunter had pulled out his own guitar and gotten up onstage with Liam. Five songs and two pitchers of beer later, Hunter had invited Liam to open a show the following evening. He’d ended up touring with the duo for the better part of a year, playing in cities across the country. When they’d asked him to open on their most recent tour he’d said yes without hesitation.
    Now, he had two albums under his belt and a decent following. But he wasn’t big enough to headline his own tour yet, or to be recognized by everyone he ever met. People knew his songs and connected his name to them because of the radio. His name was way more recognizable than his face.
    He’d conveniently kept his last name to himself. But that was Harper’s rule, right? Nothing personal.
    Bunch of bullshit if you asked him. Everything about their night had been personal.
    Never in his life had he seen a woman that made everyone else disappear, and he did mean everyone . As far as he was concerned they’d been the only two people in that bar the night before…well, them and the bartender who got them drinks. But that had been more like a floating hand that appeared when they wanted another one.
    All he’d been focused on getting from the second he’d seen her was her undivided attention. Once he’d gotten it, he hadn’t let it go. He hadn’t been wrong about her, either. There was something to be said about a woman who listed The Godfather and Wedding Crashers in her top five movies, and whose favorite fictional character was Indiana Jones.
    “It’s the hat that does it for you, isn’t it?” he’d asked her after their fourth shot.
    “Nope, totally the whip,” she’d said without missing a beat.
    Then there was her laugh, loud and full bodied and so damn genuine. He’d gone back and forth all night on where to focus his attention. There was a case to be made about her mouth. She had full, pouty lips that she’d painted a soft pink, and whenever she’d smile it would light up her entire face.
    But then there were her eyes. Eyes so blue they were violet. He’d never seen anything like them before. Never seen anyone like her before. He’d been entranced by her. Yes, entranced . And that had all been before he’d even kissed her, let alone taken her to bed, because really the second he’d gotten inside her he’d been done for.
    It had really bothered him when she kept referring to herself as a “one-night stand,” because if he had anything to say about it they would be spending more than just one night together. He