Picturing Perfect (Meet the McIntyres #2)

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?