But Tad Stevens was different. He wasn’t exactly free of ego, she could see, but a little ego was
okay. It made him confident without being a swaggering peacock. And he was smart; not brilliant, not a genius, not anyone who would change the world. But he was intelligent, and thoughtful. And funny.
And sexy. Yes, damn sexy. The man wore sexy like a cologne, and she was getting a little heady from the scent.
She realized a second too late that he had stopped talking and was waiting for her to respond. She stuttered.
“Oh, I’m sorry – what?”
“You weren’t listening to me? I’m offended,” he said.
“No! I was listening! I just got distracted,” she said, hoping he couldn’t tell what distracted her. Having to tell him she was actually thinking about how his hands would feel on her bare chest would be a little too flirty, even for the coquettish Alexandria who had shown up tonight.