Chapter 38: Olivia

He laughed as he began to put her banners up, the muscles in his arms bulging under his black T-shirt. “I remember having the same problem myself. It was crazy.” His shirt had the cover of her latest release, Island Love, on it, which of course, had him plastered on it. Olivia smiled as she saw it, having to admit that he looked damn good on the cover—and in the shirt. Of course, he looked damn good out of the shirt, as well, his tanned chest and arms toned to a tight, solid mass of muscle that could pin her to the bed while he…

She shook the thought out of her mind as she reached into her bag for more bookmarks. She did not need to get herself all worked up before the book signing, especially since she was still frustrated at Patrick for his behavior last night. Forcing herself into less stimulating thoughts, she finished decorating her table and then took her seat behind it, ready for the doors to open.