“Talking about change, what do you think about Jessie?” Tony asked, his beer halfway to his mouth.
“Almost didn’t recognize her,” Mack admitted. She didn’t look at all like the woman he remembered from his last visit to the hardware store, and she definitely didn’t look anything like the skinny girl who’d played soccer with his sister and attended her slumber parties. “She looks good.”
“Good? She’s hot. Don’t know how it happened. Thinking about asking her to the baseball game in Boston next weekend.”
Mack laughed. To hear anyone refer to Jessica Quinn as hot struck him as crazy, but Tony was right. She had changed. He hadn’t missed her cute ass or toned legs when she’d jogged away. In fact, he’d stared at her until Striker called him over to the truck.
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