“By doing something illegal? Not to mention if you got caught, you could go to jail.”
“I’ve told you Miss Goody Two-Shoes can’t handle this,” Landon says.
A sharp, unwelcome pain slices down the middle of my chest. All my life I’ve been the good one while Gabby got to be the carefree one, allowed to make mistakes and take risks. All of a sudden, I’m sick of it.
“You don’t think I could go pick up that vase and walk out the door with it?”
“I don’t know. Can you?” Landon challenges, a smug look on his face.
I have no intention of stealing the vase but get to my feet. Let them think me capable for a minute. Without a word, I stride toward the glossy wood table where the vases sit. They really are pretty, filled with an overabundance of white flowers, and curiosity gets the better of me. A vase this expensive must be bolted down, right? I run a finger over the beveled glass as caper music—ala Ocean’s Eleven—plays in my head. (I mean if I’m going to pretend to do this, I’ve got to have a soundtrack.) Cool to the touch, I shiver. I’ll just try to lift it up. That ought to be enough to shock my sister and Landon. I put both hands on the vase.
The feeling I’m being watched—and not by Gabby and her miscreant boyfriend—raises goose bumps on my bare arms. Mierda. I’ve been caught touching something I shouldn’t be! I pull the old, don’t-move-and-maybe-I’ll-become-invisible routine. It lasts for all of two seconds, my natural tendency to own up to my actions taking over.
Slowly, I turn my head to the side. A man at the bar is watching me. Keen, light-colored eyes, straight nose, lips quirked in surprised interest. His attention dips to my hands.
On this very expensive vase.
This is bad.
Super bad.
I drop my hands and fight the urge to flee, instead playing off my actions like it’s no big deal and leaning my hip against the table, arms crossed. Nothing to see here!
He gets to his feet. Determination rolls off him in waves likes he’s brandishing a sword and one false move and I’m trapped.
I stick to my spot, chills racing up and down my spine. Not because I’ve been caught harmlessly touching the vase, but because I know him. Not know him, know him. I only know his name. Drew. He’s the guy.
The gorgeous and charming blue-eyed devil who tried to knock the angel off my shoulder.
And almost succeeded.
Hot Shot releases on January 30, 2020! Check out the series here.
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Robin Bielman is the USA Today bestselling author of over fifteen novels. When not attached to her laptop, she loves to read, go to the beach, frequent coffee shops, and spend time with her husband and two sons.
Her fondness for swoon-worthy heroes who flirt and stumble upon the girl they can’t live without jumpstarts most of her story ideas. She writes with a steady stream of caffeine nearby and the best dog on the planet, Harry, by her side. She also dreams of traveling to faraway places and loves to connect with readers. To keep in touch, sign up for her newsletter on her website! www.robinbielman.com
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