[Meet the McIntyres 02] • Picturing Perfect

GAGE

One night with Carly in my arms shouldn’t change anything.

I’m not looking for a girlfriend.

I’ve already got enough female drama in my life.

Between my crazy mother and unsettled sister, I’m fully loaded.

Why then can’t I get the image of Carly’s long legs out of my head?

Why can’t I stop imagining how they’d feel wrapped around my waist.

It’s a good thing she’s not interested.

Either am I.

Am I?

CARLY

It was an innocent New Year’s kiss.

It was nothing. Just a dare from his little sister.

Why then, can’t I get him out of my head.

Why can I still feel and taste his lips on mine.

I want more. Much more.

But I don’t want to want more.

I don’t have time for more. There’s no room in my life for more.

There’s certainly no room in my life for a man like Gage McIntyre.

Is there?