Chapter 3

He looks around as if trying to remember where he parked, and I want to ask him his name. Maybe this is Steve. My gaze lingers openly on his taut muscles, barely sheathed beneath his turtleneck. I want to say something to him, anything, but my mind’s gone blank, numb from his beauty, the frown on his face, his tousled curls, his blue-black eyes.

Maybe Becky can hook me up with him

With a quick smile my way, he starts out across the parking lot and out of my life. Fuck.I could slap myself. How close was he? I still smell the spicy scent of his cologne and I didn’t say shit. Way to make a good impression.

As he walks away, I watch the way his hips move beneath those jeans. Didn’t find out his name, where he works, nothing. For all I know, he might be “The One” and what did I do? Just stood there like an idiot. How smart was that?