Hottie 1. Hottie Every bit as sleek and red-hot as his 2002 Camaro, Austin James Montgomery stepped out of his scarlet sports car. And why shouldn't he look hot and amazing? This gorgeous, nineteen-year-old college freshman arrived home for the winter holidays. He'd be staying from December to January the sixteenth. I'd mixed feelings about his living here for a whole month, and some of these feelings I had to suppress—if I wanted to stay married. Um yeah. A duffel bag swayed at Austin's side as he swaggered to the front door. He wore sunglasses, grey cargo shorts, a black T-shirt and leather jacket. He never knew how to dress properly for the season or weather. Why the hell would he wear shorts on such a cold day? I bit my tongue trying not to laugh. Austin's legs probably felt like two blocks of ice. It made me shiver to look at him, though he was beautiful—as always. I watched through the window as he swiped off his sunglasses, tucked them in his pocket and poked the doorbell. Music chimed, and my husband Joe went to answer.
