Chapter FourMark replied equally quickly: “Book it.” And that was that. Three hours later, I walked into Peet’s, still quite crowded at that just-after-work or take-a-break-before heading-back-in Silicon Valley time of day. And there he was, even more magnetic in person than he had been in his picture. He was wearing skinny jeans and a form-fitting black tee that showed off his pecs and shoulders even more than the looser tennis polo from his photo. I was in full crush immediately, especially when his rather carnivorous grin widened at the sight of me and he said: “Wow...I guess you didn’t photoshop that yoga pose, Jessica.” His large strong hands embraced my right hand in a two-handed greeting that communicated both his power and warmth.
I had an immediate errant thought as I gazed into
