Steamy Dreams
She hated playing matchmaker, but anytime one of her single friends got a look at the six-foot tall former professional soccer player, they all begged for an introduction.
“What’s the huge gaping plot-hole?” Bryce asked as his hand slid further up the back of her dress. She gave him a playful dirty look.
Her black-haired, blue-eyed, too-handsome-for-his-own-good husband hit on her constantly when Ethan hung out with them, Bryce’s not-so-subtle way of saying, “Look how fun being married is. Aren’t you sad you’re still single?”
Leigh swatted at his hand. “So the one guy convinces the other guy that they can swap wives in the night, right? ‘Here, we’ll sneak into each other’s houses and while o