Loving the Secret Billionaire (Love at Last #1)(33)

I listened to her breathe for a few seconds. Then, just as I pulled away, she shocked me with a whispered, “Kurt Anderson?”

The sound of my name on her lips sent a not entirely pleasant fizzle down my body. I examined her more closely. “Do I know you?”

“I’m O’Neal. O’Neal Jones. You and my brother were best friends. Jared Jones? We went to school together.”

The eye twitch went crazy. Back up, it screamed. Run away. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You were a couple years older.”

A couple? More like a few. She’d been a freshman when I graduated.

There was a smile in her voice when she went on. “I wasn’t a cheerleader or homecoming queen or anything like that. You’d never remember me.”

I'd been clueless in high school. Big and cocky and spoiled as hell, but I'd recognize this girl—now woman, I guessed—until my dying day. “I know who you are.”



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