A deep male voice interrupted her lunch. “Are you Jenna?” “Yes? And you would be?” “Marcus Peterson. Kurt’s friend. He told me to meet you here.” “It would have been nice if Kurt told me I was meeting someone.” Jenna set down her sketchpad and took in the clean-shaven man with liquid mocha skin coloring. He was smartly dressed with a tight cable knit sweater clinging a little too nicely to his chest and arms. There was no way her brother actually sent her a hot and sexy guy. “I guess his idea of blind date is more of a blindsided date,” Marcus said with a smile that caused his coffee colored eyes to sparkle. “You wouldn’t mind if I gave him a quick ring would you? Just to make sure you aren’t a stalker who knows my lunch patterns.” “I insist.” Jenna quickly dialed her brother, only to get no answer. His avoidance only confirmed he was setting her up. Of course he’d ignore her call when he sent a guy to try to pick her up. “It’s a public park. You might as well sit down instead of hovering over me,”
