Nice.
That damn word is always used to describe how she looks.
Duke. The Teagues.
Never so much as a 'nice' from Nathan.
Standing and trying on outfit after outfit in front of the Teagues, she was going for more than nice.
She'd do anything to get his attention, to get any kind of compliment out of him.
The ONE person she wanted to get more than nice out of.
She felt so immature.
Audrey Parker prided herself on her ability to maintain a calm and clear head, to see things how they are without any personal feelings or opinions involved.
But now...now, her cases were getting tainted. Her mind gradually clouded. Her heart conflicting with her mind.
She was aware of his presence at all times, always conscience of where he was in relation to her.
Her senses on overload. His scent drifted up her nose, down her throat, filling her lungs; her breathing became increasingly difficult. A tightening in her throat let her know it was Nathan that was the cause of her condition every time.
Tight throat, difficulty breathing, his scent in her lungs, flip-flops in her stomach, sweaty palms, heart skipping a beat or two, increasing heart rate, drying mouth, racing mind.
Yes. With the way she felt around him, he'd better say she looked more than nice.