Hot Shot_A Last Shot Novel by Kelly Jamieson

Author:Kelly Jamieson [Jamieson, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2017-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13

“Why the fuck would you think I was making fun of you?”

Marco ran his hand idly up and down Carrie’s smooth, sexy back as they lay in her bed much, much later. Two condoms and numerous orgasms later.

“I don’t know.” She sighed. “I’m a little oversensitive sometimes. Like I said, I was a bit of a freak in high school. I was taller than everyone else, including the boys, super skinny, with braces on my teeth. I didn’t fit in with the girls who were boy crazy and into sexy clothes and makeup.”

“Wow. That’s kind of…ironic.”

“I know, right? I end up earning my living with sexy clothes and makeup.”

“Come on, babe. That had to help your self-confidence…you have to know you’re gorgeous.”

“Sure, it helped. But inside, I still feel like that kid. I don’t really think I’m gorgeous. I think people are good at making me look gorgeous with the hair and the makeup and the clothes. And the Photoshopping. And I guess I’m photogenic. But when that all comes off, I’m just kind of ordinary looking. Sometimes I still feel all gangly and awkward, although working out and dance lessons have helped.”

“Ordinary looking.” He thought about that. He could kind of see what she meant. The day she’d come into Conquistadors with no makeup on, she’d looked different. “I guess if by ordinary you mean not a high-maintenance glamazon, then okay, yeah. But even without all that stuff, you’re beautiful, Carrie. You glow. It comes from the inside. You’re beautiful on the outside, but inside is where the real beauty is.”

She lifted her head from his chest and gave him a long, searching look. “I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“Jesus. I hope not.”

The corners of her lush mouth lifted. “Really. I get lots of compliments. But somehow they never really mean anything. That…” She paused. “Well. Thank you.”

He slid his hand into her hair and pressed her face back down, his arms around her, her soft curves pressed against him, legs entwined.

“Nobody ever wanted me.”

Shit. Had he really just said that?

Her head lifted even with the weight of his hand on it. “What?”

He swallowed. “When I was a teenager. After my parents were deported, I was put into foster care. I was a bit of a handful. I was angry and bitter about what happened to my parents. Pissed because they took my sister away from me and I didn’t know where she was or how she was doing. Things didn’t go so well with the first family they placed me with. They were nice people, but I didn’t want to be there. Same thing with the second family. The third one…I started thinking maybe I shouldn’t be such a little shithead and maybe they’d keep me longer. Except they didn’t care. That just pissed me off more. Every time I got moved, I’d have a little hope that maybe this was the time someone would care about me, and I’d get my shit together and behave myself and maybe I’d have a home again.

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