I never thought watching a soccer match could turn into the hottest night of my life, but that's exactly what happened with my Husband's dad, Mark. Wilson, my husband, had bailed last minute… some work emergency that pulled him away just as the game was about to start.
I was already at their house, dressed casually in shorts and a tank top, ready for our usual guys' night vibe, but now it was just me and Mark on the couch, the TV blaring with the pre-game hype.
Mark was in his early fifties, but damn, he looked good. Tall, broad-shouldered, with those piercing blue eyes that always seemed to linger a second too long. He had been working out forever, and it showed in the way his t-shirt hugged his chest and arms.
I caught myself staring more than once, but hey, who wouldn't? Wilson was
