“Of course.”
Geoffrey opened the champagne and poured them each a flute. Sunny accepted it greedily, happy to moisten her suddenly parched lips and tongue. As he moved, his shirt was pulled tight against his arms and chest, and she could see his muscles tense. He rarely wore clothes that showed off what a good body he had. She knew that he didn’t think it was anything to brag about, probably because he wasn’t as solid as Nash. But his lean body was still worth a second, third, and fourth look.
“Are you okay?” Geoffrey asked, as she held out her glass for a refill.
“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?”
“You downed that champagne pretty fast,” he observed.
“I was just a little thirsty.”
“Just a little,” Geoffrey murmured, watching the champagne pop and bubble in her flute. “Take this one a b
