Samantha
Colt is due here any minute, and the anticipation has me jittery. Jittery and ashamed, because after telling myself repeatedly not to get caught up in his mesmerizing stare, his playful personality, and his surprisingly thoughtful mind, I’ve been able to think of little else since I last saw him.
Thank goodness Delaney gave me the heads up on that, or I’d probably be half in love already.
Knowing I’m one of dozens, maybe even hundreds, of women on the receiving end of his attention is the only reason I’ve been able to reel myself back in when I start to go off track. Though going off track is easy because there’s something about him that calms as much as it excites.
There were moments over dinner when the conversation wasn’t focused on work, and I didn’t feel as awkward as I n
