notice the way Lynn straightened in her seat and fluffed her mane of long red hair. Her college-aged cousin hadn’t bothered to hide how much she fancied Brian Logan. It showed in the length of time it had taken her to get ready for supper, showed in the immaculate set of her heavy makeup and even the short leatherette skirt she wore with her boob-baring Lycra spandex top.
“You aren’t going to believe your eyes,” Lynn whispered to Miranda, her light green eyes round with anticipation as she rose to the sound of the buzzer.
“What is it about him that has you so captivated?”
“Everything about him is big. Big hands, big shoulders, big feet. And you know what they say about men with big feet?”
“Yeah, Lynn. That they have big socks.”
“Whatever.” She sighed in rapture. “He’s breathtaking.”
“I’ll reserve judgment of that for when I see him,” Miranda replied, smiling at her cousin’s youthful anxiety.
Yet, as neutral as she was trying to sound, she kept her eyes fixed on the entrance, as Lynn went to answer the door.
She had tried keeping her curiosity in check but was now falling miserably short of her goal.
What did her hero look like?
Lynn was renowned for her incredible taste in men and though the pain of losing Richard was quite fresh in her heart, Miranda couldn’t help but wonder what this Brian Logan might look like.
She remembered the nurse’s description adequately enough but when the large dark haired man entered the foyer to her cousin’s cheery welcome, she found that Nurse Sally’s description of Brian Logan did not do him justice.
He was well over six feet in height, with a swimmer’s build, his broad shoulders and powerful looking arms tapering down into a muscular chest and lean waist. The black T-shirt he wore was snug fit to him, betraying everything beneath the thin, dark cloth.
His hips were narrower than she had expected, giving way to thick, strong looking thighs, narrow knees and calves that were just barely hidden by the material of his khaki colored dress slacks.
Stylish leather shoes, polished to a military shine, covered feet that were indeed big .
Big socks, that’s all, Miranda admonished herself.
It was upon raking her gaze back up his legs, hips and torso that Miranda realized she had been so utterly awed by his body that she had forgotten to pay attention to his face.
What she saw there, upon looking, made her breath halt in her chest.
To say that he was ruggedly handsome , in Nurse Sally’s words, was a dire understatement.
To say that he was breathtaking, as Lynn had insisted, was perhaps a more accurate description.
His pitch black hair was every bit as dark as her own, glossy with the sheen of health and short cropped in thick waves.
His face was a collection of valleys and ridges, masculine and angular in a manner that was appealing to the female eye.
His was a lean face composed of high cheek bones and deep laugh lines, a stubborn, defiant jaw and a nose that appeared to have been broken once.
She guessed that he was in his mid-thirties.
His lips were firm looking and very male, in a kissable sort of way... yet most appealing of all were his eyes.
As he neared, she could tell that his eyes were the dark grey of storm clouds, with an innate darkness that seemed authoritative, though at the moment their depths seemed more friendly than stern.
She sensed that he was a man capable of a great range of emotions, most of them earnest.
As he smiled at her, showing an attractive flash of white teeth, she found herself smiling back, with enthusiasm.
Miranda was fascinated by her attraction to Brian, as surely as she was taken aback by it.
Was Richard to be so easily forgotten, with the appearance of one lone, virile man?
She shamed the memory of her former fiancé even further as she tore her glance away from his face, her gaze fell to his left hand, where she noticed there was no wedding
“You aren’t going to believe your eyes,” Lynn whispered to Miranda, her light green eyes round with anticipation as she rose to the sound of the buzzer.
“What is it about him that has you so captivated?”
“Everything about him is big. Big hands, big shoulders, big feet. And you know what they say about men with big feet?”
“Yeah, Lynn. That they have big socks.”
“Whatever.” She sighed in rapture. “He’s breathtaking.”
“I’ll reserve judgment of that for when I see him,” Miranda replied, smiling at her cousin’s youthful anxiety.
Yet, as neutral as she was trying to sound, she kept her eyes fixed on the entrance, as Lynn went to answer the door.
She had tried keeping her curiosity in check but was now falling miserably short of her goal.
What did her hero look like?
Lynn was renowned for her incredible taste in men and though the pain of losing Richard was quite fresh in her heart, Miranda couldn’t help but wonder what this Brian Logan might look like.
She remembered the nurse’s description adequately enough but when the large dark haired man entered the foyer to her cousin’s cheery welcome, she found that Nurse Sally’s description of Brian Logan did not do him justice.
He was well over six feet in height, with a swimmer’s build, his broad shoulders and powerful looking arms tapering down into a muscular chest and lean waist. The black T-shirt he wore was snug fit to him, betraying everything beneath the thin, dark cloth.
His hips were narrower than she had expected, giving way to thick, strong looking thighs, narrow knees and calves that were just barely hidden by the material of his khaki colored dress slacks.
Stylish leather shoes, polished to a military shine, covered feet that were indeed big .
Big socks, that’s all, Miranda admonished herself.
It was upon raking her gaze back up his legs, hips and torso that Miranda realized she had been so utterly awed by his body that she had forgotten to pay attention to his face.
What she saw there, upon looking, made her breath halt in her chest.
To say that he was ruggedly handsome , in Nurse Sally’s words, was a dire understatement.
To say that he was breathtaking, as Lynn had insisted, was perhaps a more accurate description.
His pitch black hair was every bit as dark as her own, glossy with the sheen of health and short cropped in thick waves.
His face was a collection of valleys and ridges, masculine and angular in a manner that was appealing to the female eye.
His was a lean face composed of high cheek bones and deep laugh lines, a stubborn, defiant jaw and a nose that appeared to have been broken once.
She guessed that he was in his mid-thirties.
His lips were firm looking and very male, in a kissable sort of way... yet most appealing of all were his eyes.
As he neared, she could tell that his eyes were the dark grey of storm clouds, with an innate darkness that seemed authoritative, though at the moment their depths seemed more friendly than stern.
She sensed that he was a man capable of a great range of emotions, most of them earnest.
As he smiled at her, showing an attractive flash of white teeth, she found herself smiling back, with enthusiasm.
Miranda was fascinated by her attraction to Brian, as surely as she was taken aback by it.
Was Richard to be so easily forgotten, with the appearance of one lone, virile man?
She shamed the memory of her former fiancé even further as she tore her glance away from his face, her gaze fell to his left hand, where she noticed there was no wedding
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