He walked away with her purse still on his broad shoulder. Gwen snickered at him. Watching how his jeans hugged capital C butt and slightly bowlegs.
He came back. She's still snickering. “What's so funny?”
“May I have my purse please?”
He looked around, completely forgetting he had it on his shoulder. She pointed to his shoulder.
“Oh! I completely forgot about that.”
“I can see you were completely comfortable with it.”
“Occupational habit, I carried my wife's purse for her on many occasions.”
“You must tell me about her one day.”
A soft smile appeared on his face as he changed the subject.
“This is a very, very nice handbag.”
Gwen could not stop the wave of heat, despite how cold it was, from washing over her face and body. Not only was he tall, but with well placed muscles. His
