If she tugged on one side, then the other was too short. She’d been at the four-way tug-of-war for several minutes when Drew arrived. She slipped Sean’s collar into a drawer and went to the door. She’d hardly had time to notice Drew in the few minutes she’d spent in his company so far. Now, with him only a few feet away, she could see he hadn’t lost anything in the physique department. If anything, he’d matured nicely. The shimmering gold toga he wore highlighted his bronzed skin, and exposed enough toned torso to make any woman ache. Before, she’d pushed her carnal thoughts about Drew out of her mind, but tonight she let them settle in. She couldn’t make her decision based on old memories. She needed to see what, if anything, remained of the feelings she’d run from. What woman wouldn’t salivate at the sight of a man like Drew? He was as tall as Sean, and as wide of shoulder, but where long, swimmer’s muscles delineated Sean’s body, Drew was stockier. Not fat. No, there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him.
