As Nina started the coffeepot and plated some of the fresh cookies she’d baked, she couldn’t seem to get Blake Massie out of her mind. After the night she’d sent him the first message on a whim, they’d “talked” nightly. Now two weeks had passed, weeks in which she’d created every kind of fantasy about him. She’d hardly been able to think of anything else. What did he look like? She envisioned him as tall, like Hawk Blackwater, with a muscular build. Dark hair, maybe long enough to brush his shirt collar. A face not handsome but square-jawed and rawboned. As she sipped her first mug of coffee, her mind wandered to her dream from the night before. She was flushed and warm from her bath, droplets of scented water clinging to her naked body. She reached for the big bath towel on the counter behind her, only to feel someone wrapping it around her. Someone with strong fingers and a hard male body. Someone whose distinctive scent of sandalwood surrounded her.
