Chapter 3

Then

the guy smiled at him from halfway under the brim of his hat, and suddenly

Curtis’ small frisson turned into a full-blown sexual tsunami. A striking face?

Jesus, he was gorgeous! The too-wide lips gave a smile that could surely never

be too wide, and the freckled skin across the bumpy nose crinkled in a

totally…cute kind of way. Curtis shook himself. How many times had he thought cute

since that punch? That was one of those stupid words his younger girl friend

Polly would say, or the American tourists when they saw how small their hotel

rooms and dinner portions were in London. But here he was, smiling inanely back

at the bloke and wondering what he looked like out of that tight white shirt and

those sexy fitted trousers.

“You

sure you’re not some Texan tourist taken a wrong turning?”

The

lovely, sexy mouth twisted into a smile again. “Nope, pretty sure of that. So,

before this ball of blubber gets back on his feet…” He gave a dismissive tilt