Jacqui startled at the deep voice next to her and turned to stare
at the expanse of an impressive chest. Her gaze traveled upward and
met with the most intense hazel eyes she’d ever seen. The man who
managed to move to her side without her knowing was simply
gorgeous, as if he belonged in a magazine spread. Jacqui was
dumbfounded and speechless—a situation she’d never been in before.
Unable to look away or form a reply, she watched as his full lips
smiled on his perfectly sculpted face.
“Hi Jacqui, I’m Grant Miller, owner and trainer. Julie asked
me to keep an eye out for you.”
With concentrated effort, Jacqui swallowed the pooled saliva
in her mouth that thankfully hadn’t dribbled down her face.
“How do you know I’m Jacqui?” she said, her voice not as
steady as she would’ve liked.
Jeez, Jacqui, get a grip! He’s just a man.
A man whose face became impossibly more attractive with the
full-on smile he gave her. She glanced over his square, clean-shaven
jaw, to his defined cheekbones, and up to his lush, light-brown hair
she somehow knew would feel both thick and soft beneath her
fingers.
“Julie described you to me.” He scanned her body, down to
the floor and back again before returning her gaze. “She told me
you’d wear your neon-orange shoes.”
Jacqui couldn’t help the snort that escaped, causing Grant to
chuckle. Instant warmth spread throughout her body at the sound,
unnerving her at her response.

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