I was looking for my brother Ben, but I found Charlie instead.

Tall, broad, big-ass biceps, and with a tattoo of the fertility god Kokopelli on his right forearm, Charlie was the kind of guy that always made my mouth water and my brain go blank. I stood in the doorway to the kitchen and watched him as he stirred something in the humongous cooking pot and loaded trays of garlic bread into the oven.

He caught sight of me and turned. “Katie! What brings you here on this incredibly cold night?” He crossed those massive arms and looked at me.

Had I mentioned my blank brain? He had startling green eyes and a firm jaw, lips that were almost — but not quite — too pink for such a masculine face, and blond hair that was cut short on the sides with just a bit of boyish length in the front.... Read More