He was dressed in smart casual: jeans, boots, and a blazer, his V-neck shirt allowing a thick tuft of hair to pop out. His face held a dark scruff, like he hadn’t shaved all weekend. The sight of this sexy man widened Jimmy’s smile. What he would have done to skip the night, move onto the nocturnal events they could share upstairs.
“Hey, sailor,” Jimmy said. “Going my way?”
“Well, since you haven’t told me where we’re going, I can honestly answer no.”
“You’re no fun.”
“And you’re in a playful mood. What’s going on?”
“Just need an escape from my usual role as Jimmy McSwain, Savoir of the World. Maybe I’m looking for a hot distraction.” Jimmy paused and sized up Frisano. “Which I believe I’ve just found. A hunk of a man who just filled the sidewalk.”
“You’re like a dirty Hallmark card
