“You nailed it, Nina. Nailed it with the hammer of truth, forged by the gods on Mt. Seriously. This guy is so vanilla it hurts my teeth.” Vanilla with chocolate sprinkles, maybe, but she wouldn’t go any further than that. Yes, his eyes were stunning, and yes, they’d run over her like melted honey, and yes, she’d felt the heat down to her pink painted toes. Somehow, the heat in his gaze, the fire she probably only imagined, was in direct odds with Blake’s demeanor. Distant, bland, cut-off. Affectations or a personality defect? Nina made self-satisfied noises over the line. “Told you, honey. Stiff and formal, like I said.” “Yeah.” Disheartened, Sadie slid the metal poker into the holder and dropped into the overstuffed chair closest to the ambient warmth. September nights were tricky in the mountains, some cool, some fair, some touched with the chill of upcoming winter. “The thing is, Nina, I saw a spark.
