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Beautiful Mistake

The first time I met Caine West was in a bar.
He noticed me looking his way and mistakenly read my scowling as checking him out.
When he attempted to talk to me, I set him straight―telling him what I thought of his lying, cheating, egomaniacal ass.
You see, the gorgeous jerk had wined and dined my best friend-smooth talking her into his bed, all along failing to mention that he was married.
He deserved every bit of my tongue-lashing and more for what he'd done.
Especially when that lazy smile graced his perfect face in response to my rant.
Only it turned out, the man I'd just told off wasn't the right guy.
Oops. My mistake.
Embarrassed, I slunk out without an apology.
I was never going to see the handsome stranger again anyway, right?
That's what I thought…until I walked into class the next morning.
Well, hello Professor West, I'm your new teaching assistant.
I'll be working under you…figuratively speaking.
Although the literal interpretation might not be such a bad thing―working under Professor West.
This was going to be interesting…
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    Ummm, Ava, we should go out the front. He’s standing at the back door now.”

    She looked around the room. “No, he’s at the front door talking to Sal, the new waiter.”

    She was more wasted than I thought. I lifted my chin toward the rear exit, a straight line to Owen. “That’s the back door, Ava.”

    “I know. Owen’s at the front door.”

    I furrowed my brow. “Isn’t that Owen? With the blue button-up shirt?”

    She drunk-snorted. “I said he was the good-looking guy in the blue shirt, not the Greek god modeling one.”

    My head whipped to the front of the bar. There was only one guy near the front door who I didn’t know, and he was talking to Sal. “Owen is talking to the new waiter right now?”

    She looked again and then sighed and nodded. “I should tell Sal to punch him.”

    “Ava—the guy talking to Sal right now, right at this moment, is Owen?”

    “Yes.”

    “His shirt is brown, Ava. Not blue.”

    She turned again toward the front door, squinted, and shrugged. “Maybe. I can’t see so good. My contacts are all smudgy from my makeup and crying.”

    When she’d said her ex had just walked into the bar and pointed in the general direction of the front door, there’d been only one guy with a blue button-up on.

    Shit.

    I’d told off the wrong guy.

    Since I couldn’t very well make Ava leave through the front door where the real Owen was standing, I sucked it up. Of course, Not Owen had his eye on
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