Years of performing in front of a camera with only a thirty-minute nap and a cup of decaf to stave off exhaustion had made her a master of poise and controlled expression. A talent she was immensely grateful for because she’d glanced out of the booth to see the tall, athletic man with his broad shoulders, tan skin, and sexy-as-sin smile a full sixty seconds before the waitress led him to her booth.She barely managed to sit back and reach for her wine glass to steady her nerves and back-flipping stomach. If one could blend Hugh Jackman’s engaging smile and Dwayne Johnson’s broad shoulders with Chris Hemsworth’s physique, they would have created James. The description she’d received via text promised a six-foot four dining companion with sandy blond hair, a dimpled cheek and a passion for long conversations about “life, the universe and everything.” The Douglas Adams quote was enough to soothe her unease over a blind one-night stand.“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” And it was.
