When he sat down next to her, she felt the first primal flutterings of something good about to happen. He was hot, he had a damn fine pair of blue eyes and…oh yes, he had an accent. Sweet.
It had been too long. Had it actually been over a year since she’d had a man in her bed? She thought it must be. There hadn’t been anyone since Jack. That was right, wasn’t it? Quickly searching her faulty memories, she decided she was correct.
There had been no man in her bed in one year, four months and eighteen days.
God.
That was a long time to go without sex. It was amazing she didn’t have a severe form of carpal tunnel syndrome by now. Of course, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the ergonomics of her desk area in the bullpen, so she doubted she could ask Leo for government compensation when her right wrist twinged late at night or early first thing in the morning.
The man sitting next to her at the bar was intriguing. He had boyish charm wrapped up in the sexy physique of a full-grown man. It had always been a deadly combination for her.
Yee-haw.
For a sum total of two seconds she was glad she didn’t have more responsibilities on the Codel. It gave her a little bit extra free-time. Free time was a good thing. In fact, it was a very good thing.
In a normal week in Washington, free time would mean that she’d be able to take long baths after work, have wine and cheese nights while watching her favourite movies, read trashy bodice-ripper romance novels, and go to bed whenever the feeling struck her.
In other words, free time usually meant that Josh was out of town or “otherwise occupied”.
She didn’t especially like thinking about Josh being “otherwise occupied” – it did odd things to her, like make her see red and grind her teeth and fume over how annoying thin, brunette smart-alecs could be.
But now her free-time frame of reference had been shot to hell. She was sitting in a bar in Gaza with a good-looking man beside her – was that an Irish accent?? – and she could take her time, relatively speaking. This man, this Colin, could show her everything he wanted to…and then maybe everything she wanted, too.
And she did want him. That was the killer.
Now he was smiling at her, his blue eyes crinkling in the late afternoon sun.
She wanted him quite badly.
This could get interesting.