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“We haven’t officially met, have we, Honey?” Morgan’s voice, smooth and deep, felt almost like a caress. That made Honey a bit nervous. Obviously, he was not her type. Honey preferred prettier men with more refined features. Morgan wasn’t pretty. He had a strong square jaw with a cleft dimple in his chin that she could just make out under the bad shave job. With a distinct broad brow and wide cheekbones, he wasn’t bad looking, just not pretty. Rugged, Honey thought. He was more rugged than pretty. She didn’t know if she wanted that kind of attention from him. It also made her nervous because she felt like closing her eyes and leaning into the sound of his voice. After Bryce, she had no intention of falling for another guy anytime soon, regardless of how he made her feel.
“No, we haven’t. I’m Honey Gould.” She stuck out her hand and braced herself for commentary on her name. She felt certain Morgan would have some asinine thing to say. Most people did. She certainly didn’t expect him capable of a witty pun. Inwardly, she flinched. She knew she was judging his intellect by his clothing and shave, and not for the first time. She had to stop that.
Morgan engulfed her hand in his large and warm one. Honey noticed the long tapered fingers were rough from use, but the skin on the back of his hand was smooth and his nails were clean and decently manicured. Those small personal grooming habits were the type of detail Honey always focused on. “Morgan Palatine.”
“Morgan…” Finney grabbed the taller man by the elbow, “…I have some friends you have to meet.” As Finney steered Morgan back into the throng, Honey grinned. It was obvious Finney had a bit of a crush on him.As she watched the two men thread their way through the crowd, she realized Morgan hadn’t said anything about her name. Honey couldn’t remember the last time some guy who had been ogling her hadn’t. They all seemed to think they were original, and she would find it hysterical. She had heard them all, from being asked if she was sticky or was easy to spread, to being called Golden Grahams after the cereal. Morgan not commenting on her name was a notable relief.
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