Chapter 28

I positioned myself off to the side, so I’d have a good view of everyone before they reached the bottom. So many questions bounced around my skull. Would he see me first? Would he recognize me? Would I recognize him? Pictures and video were entirely different than real life. What if he’d gotten a haircut since I last saw him? Or was wearing sunglasses? What if he walked right by me and neither one of us recognized each other?

Then there he was. And all my doubts fled.

He was near the top of the escalator, dressed in jeans and a striped polo that stretched tantalizingly across his broad chest, with a lightweight messenger bag hanging from his left shoulder. He’d shaved this morning—we’d videoed enough for me to know how quickly his beard grew when he didn’t—but the hair on his arms did nothing to hide his muscles, and the peek I got at his open collar stole my breath.

Oh, yeah, attraction was not going to be a problem on my end. At all.