Chapter 8
Violet thought she might melt on the spot, which would be mortifying to say the least. Somehow, what was supposed to be dinner with Ginger and her friends had turned into dinner with the Hamilton men, all three of them. Gage and Sawyer looked so alike it was startling, both drop dead sexy with their chocolate brown hair, steel gray eyes and bodies carved from stone and honed in the military. Garrett had a slightly more polished look and darker, sharper edges to him. Collectively, they epitomized dark and sexy. Funny thing was, Violet could objectively see those qualities in Gage and Garrett, yet there was no zing with them. It was more of a simple appreciation.
With Sawyer, there was serious zing. It wasn’t just zing, it was hot, sizzling madness in her body was what it was. So
