Joy really liked Scott in his dirty jeans and T-shirt. He exuded charm even while standing there mute, and he reminded her of a rugged cowboy—minus the hat. He worked hard for a living, and he loved it. He was honest and kind and so handsome it almost hurt to look at him. His hair stood up a little in the back, and that only made her grin wider.
“Did I wake you up?”
“I thought you were my dinner,” he said.
She stepped up and into the house, because Scott hadn’t backed out of the doorway to invite her in yet. She’d only been here briefly before, but the address had been stored in her phone, and she’d made the drive from the airport in record time.
His hand slid along her waist, and tingles flew down both of her legs. “We can probably arrange that,” she whispered.
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