Last week you met Kace Sullivan … this week, meet Theo Van Rooyen.
Excerpt Number Two…
“Uh, no.” Vera glared at me and then flicked her eyes from me to someplace behind the old woman repeatedly. “We can’t. I’m starved.”
I followed her gaze to the bar. Sitting between the only two empty seats was a guy who appeared to be close to our age with skin the same color as the woman before us. His back was to me, but even then I could make out his broad shoulders and lean muscles. This was most definitely Vera’s motivation to stay.
“All right, fine. Follow me.” The woman picked up two crumpled paper menus and started walking in the direction of Vera’s newly spotted hot fisherman fling conquest. “But I’m tellin’ you two right now, if I feel like this place is gettin’ out of hand, you’re out. Ya hear?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered when Vera didn’t. She glanced back at me and mouthed the word “ma’am” with wide, questioning eyes. I shrugged my shoulders. The lady just seemed like the type you’d say ma’am to. She oozed authority for some reason.
“Theo, you scooch on down and let these two ladies have seats beside one another,” the old woman ordered the eye candy with the broad shoulders.
Theo turned and flashed the old woman a dazzling white smile. “Yes, ma’am.”
“See,” I whispered and elbowed Vera in the ribs. “I’m not the only one who thinks she should be called ma’am.”
“Uh-huh” was all I got. Vera was lost in Theo’s good looks.
Once I aimed my gaze his way, so was I. At least six foot tall and powerfully built, Theo nearly buckled the toothpick-legged stool beneath him. He was attractive, yes, but not in the pretty boy way I was used to with Ryan. No, Theo had something else going for him. He had the type of face that could freeze someone solid or turn a girl’s bones to liquid depending on his expression. Long, dark lashes framed his caramel-colored eyes. His facial features were broad, but chiseled all at the same time. And those lips…those sensual, plump lips that were twisted at such a delicate curve while he eyed the old woman and stood to scoot over…they were blissful.