Chapter 49

Jo wondered the same thing.

The guitar player on the stoop held nothing on thisfella. Large chocolate eyes, a mouth as luscious as licorice, high cheekbones that stretched his honeyed flesh until it looked silky smooth. While the guy outside had been a maybe, Jo hadn’t been sure, couldn’t read him right, there was no uncertainty about this sexy brother, none at all. For one thing, with a body like that, he played sports, something—basketball was Jo’s guess, given his height and those muscles, but maybe swimming, maybe baseball, something

But more importantly, he and Jo played on the same team, no doubt about it. None whatsoever.