Nerves. Her hands couldn’t seem to stay still and jerked to a new position on her cart each time she thought of what she was about to do. In contrast she was thrilled the first man to touch her with tenderness would be Jake. “What do you look like when you don’t have a beard?” She eyed the edges of his whiskers, ragged and unkempt. If it weren’t for the deep black color, he’d give Santa Claus a good contest. A flash of white showed against the black, and she found her lips twitching in response. She liked his smiles, big, full-on expressions of joy that made his cheekbones more pronounced and echoed in his eyes. “I’m a very handsome dude,” he said. “All my friends say so.” “What? You have friends?” Instead of snarling, he chuckled, and she was charmed all over again. “My friends won’t leave me alone with their wives,” he said, amusement coloring his words. The humor left her. “You’d cheat on your friends?” She couldn’t hide her appalled reaction.
