So when an almost-naked hunk ran by as Kelly exited through the shop’s front door, he caught her full attention. He was tall and muscular – that was gloriously obvious, even in darkness that was alleviated only by the glow of fluorescent lights that poured through the store’s large windows. Very muscular, actually, and clad only in a white cotton towel, which he’d wrapped untidily around his hips and appeared in imminent danger of losing. She caught a brief glimpse of a handsome profile before he passed her by, not pausing to look left or right. His short dark hair looked wet. His feet were bare and slapping damply against the cement. By all indications, he’d just stepped out of a shower and into the street. She stared. She might have thought the spectacle inappropriate, had the runner not looked like an underwear model. Minus the underwear. As it was, the sight of him hurrying down the street with his long muscles gleaming wetly under the fluorescent lighting was welcome, if extremely strange.
