Derek Donovan stared at the woman seated across him and sucked in his breath. Damn! She looks so sexy, he thought within himself. The floral print dress Lisa Summers was putting on, was slim fitting and cut to a respectable length, but scooped neckline revealed the ample curves of her breasts. He clenched his hand into fist to keep from reaching for her. For the first time a woman was making more than his pulse beat faster.
He looked good, Lisa thought. Maybe too good? Tall and lean, with short, dark hair and high cheekbones. The kind of unintentional stubble that just barely shadowed his jaw.
She’d been watching him, sizing up the way his long fingers traced around the rim of his pint glass, the set of his shoulders as he leaned against the table. She never thought she will ever fancy a
