Todd surprised me by saying, “Well, he sure is a good-looking hunk of man-meat.”

I looked up from my phone to see who he was talking about. He had that tone. That certain playful tone hinting things might work in my favor.

He was nodding in the direction of a tall, strapping guy who had shoulder-length dirty-blond hair and the broadest shoulders I’d ever seen. He looked well put together without appearing to be someone who lived in the gym. Blessed, my grandmother would have said. And, oh my, was he.

“I agree,” I said, feeling a familiar quickening in my lower gut — and between my thighs.

“He’s the kind of guy I’d love to get a report on,” Todd said, squeezing my knee beneath the table. He slid his hand higher, and excitement unfurled in... Read More