CHAPTER 8: Desiree
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Desiree wanted to fan herself when the two men stopped at their table. It was like a scene from a movie. They were both gorgeous, blond, Viking gods—tall, muscular, and sexy as sin. Ethan’s arms and chest were a little bigger but the stranger looked like he’d earned his muscles through hard work, not at a gym.
“Desiree. Richard. May we join you?” asked Ethan.
“Of course,” said Richard.
“Desiree, I’d like you to meet a friend of mine, Lee.” Ethan pulled out a chair and sat next to Richard.
“Ma’am.” Lee took off his hat and took the chair next to hers.
The men could almost be brothers. Ethan’s hair was a shade darker blonde whereas the cowboy’s was golden. That’s what he looked like, a golden god—tan skin, a sexy mouth, and small laugh lines around his sky
