They actually spoke very little on the trip for groceries. Peyton got the distinct feeling Dix Amendola wasn't up for conversation, and that was fine with her. She had a lot of her own thinking to do.
How on earth had she ended up sharing her vacation spot with a total stranger? A hunk, at that, if she were ever in the market again. He was well over six feet, his muscular body well outlined in the jeans and T-shirt he wore. The hair that fell just to the neck of his T-shirt was a dirty blond, but the eyelashes fringing stormy grey eyes were much darker. His square jaw and high-cheekboned face wore about two days' worth of tempting scruff.
If she hadn't been so irritated with him and the entire situation, she might even admit she considered him yummy. Sexy. Something certainly was sending
