He hadn’t pictured her wearing those loose-fitting shorts or the modest, dark-green cotton knit tank top, either. The woman who’d turned him every way but loose last night looked like a lady of whom even his mom would approve. Not that Julie wasn’t still gorgeous and incredibly sexy, because she was. She gave him no hint of the erotic creature in the ad he’d fallen in lust with, but part of him was glad. That image was etched in his brain, and it didn’t bother him a bit that strangers who looked at her wouldn’t see her that way. That surprised Jimmy a little. He’d pretty much persuaded himself during his marriage that it turned him on to have other men ogling Belinda with her tight, slutty outfits and in-your-face sexiness. The last year with her had taught him a lot of lessons, though, and helped him grow up a little, he supposed, as he bent and kissed Julie before taking her hand and heading downstairs and out of the condo building. “You look great. Too good to be hanging out with a big lug like me.”
