Page 7 of A Home for Harmony
A big dude on top of it.
The guy never cracked a smile once. Not even a teeny tiny smirk.
She even tried to get him to.
She couldn’t remember the last time a man was immune to her charm or smile. Maybe she was losing her touch being so isolated from personal contact.
Online people put on more of a show and could give her false reactions or validations.
If only everyone could just be as genuine as she was.
“That’s hilarious and so are you,” Erica said. “Tell me more.”
“His name is Micah Barnes. He’s a captain with the state police. I bet he is Luke’s boss or one of them.”
She hadn’t wanted to tell Micah her connection to Luke Remington. That Heather, her sister-in-law Daisy’s best friend, was married to Luke.
Or that she knew Brooks Scarsdale too.
Brooks was married to Ivy, who worked with Daisy and Heather at Blossoms. Girls she’d gone out with before. It was nice to have friends in the real world and not just people she only communicated with online through emails and instant messages and chats.
“Most likely,” Erica said. “What made him sizzle?”
“He’s older. That’s where the aged bacon comment came in. I’m not sure how old and am not guessing, but I saw some grays in his hair mixed in with the dark brown.”
Not enough to say he was going gray, but since he had a full head of hair, she’d bet he’d be a silver fox in a few decades.
He had a cleanly shaven face. She even smelled a pleasant musky aftershave she bet he used.
Her little lady parts had actually twitched a few times once the rest of her calmed down and knew she wasn’t in any danger.
The only danger was her hormones standing up and trying to flag him down.
Not that she’d ever do that.
She didn’t know if he was married or in a relationship. He probably was.
Tall, dark, and handsome with just the right amount of brooding to make it dangerous.
Dannnng. She really only saw that on TV and in person it was something special.
She had never imagined she would be drawn to that, but she was.
Too bad he seemed to lack a personality, though she had to be fair, she had to admit he was trying with her.
Trying not to lecture or come off authoritatively.
Probably hard for him to do in his position, which made him seem almost sweet in her eyes.
“Having some gray hair doesn’t mean you’re old,” Erica said. “I’ve pulled a few out in the past year.”
“You’ve given them to yourself,” she said, smiling.
“You’re probably right. But I guess, to you, Tucker is old.”
“How old is Tucker?” She wasn’t sure she knew that about her sister’s boyfriend.
“He’s thirty-five,” Erica said. “That’s a good age.”
