Thankfully, Gabriel was five minutes late, and by the time he knocked on the door I’d just finished putting on lipstick and slipping my feet into sandals. I opened the door.
“I hope I didn’t keep you wait . . .” His voice drifted off as he quite blatantly checked me out.
“What?” I asked, hand on my hip.
He flashed me a devilish grin. “The little pink dress. You look cute.”
What I found frumpy, he found cute. Wonder what his response would have been to the tight number. My eyes gave him a discreet once-over. He wore jeans and a Yankees T-shirt. It wasn’t exactly going to win over the locals, but I had to admit, he filled the shirt out ridiculously well. His short black hair was damp, like he’d just taken a shower. I felt my face behind to flush, so I turned away. “Come on in.”
He stopped and surveyed the foyer. “I was only here for a minute when we came to get Joni. I didn’t get a chance to check the place out.” He paused. “It’s not what I was expecting.”
“What were you expecting? Voodoo dolls hung from the ceiling?”
He smirked. “Maybe just a little one of me.”
“That’s hidden under my bed.

Author: Kim Harrington