He recognized Jacob’s truck in the driveway so he was pretty sure he had the right house, but he had no idea who the sexy little woman was that had opened the door. It seemed his best friend had a lot of explaining to do, starting with the woman who was wearing a shirt that clearly wasn’t hers. “I’m Cole Michaels,” he answered when the woman asked. Cole held out his hand and took the woman’s in his when she lifted it up. He felt her shiver when he rubbed his fingers on the inside of her wrist and decided to take pity on the woman. As sexy as she was, she was obviously Jacob’s and there was no way he was poaching his best friend’s girl. His mind didn’t seem to get the hint though and he wondered what her rough little hands would feel like rubbing all over his body. Belatedly, he wondered what the woman did for a living to cause the calluses that he felt on the tips of her fingers. “I’m here to see Jacob.” At the mention of his friend, the woman seemed to come to her senses.
