When she got to my ear, she whispered, "Mornin', Mrs. Jauregui."
My heart was instantly thudding in my chest. I twisted in her embrace until I could see her. Eyes the color of a twilight sky stared back at me, and a small smile curved her mouth as she searched my features. Her face was perfect-the angle of her jaw, the slope of her nose, the fullness of her lips. At the moment, I couldn't recall anything quite as beautiful as the women who'd just given me her name.
"Good morning, Mrs. Jauregui."
A small giggle of disbelief escaped me, and Lauren's smile widened. The contentment in her eyes was nearly palpable. It warmed my heart that I made her feel that way
(Third book to We're not friends)