Chapter 9
AlexaAs soon as Sam lanked toward me in front of Logan’s the following night, I regretted having made the date. Not that he wasn’t handsome. He was—even if he wasn’t my type.
Pale with strawberry blond hair, I wondered how he survived the blazing suns of a Texas summer. He probably had to dip himself in a vat of sunscreen three times a day.
But he was tall—towering, probably, over any other woman who wasn’t six feet tall herself. Six four? No, probably six five. He moved well for a guy his size. Maybe he’d played sports.
He perked up upon seeing me, silencing my mental critique.
“Hey, Alexa, you look gorgeous.”
“Thanks, Sam.”
He leaned forward to hug me hello, and I bobbed backward, keeping the embrace at arm’s length.
“It looks pretty crowded in there. We should hurry an
