Dream Love
It was as if they had a mind of their own as they shamelessly drank in every delicious inch of his six-foot plus frame.
I almost dropped my plate when he politely, but boldly, elbowed his way to me.
“Hello,” he said in a rich baritone voice that matched the rest of him just fine. “I’m Marcus. Marc for short. You’re the ex-fiancé, right?”
“You’re the guy from the bar,” Chris gasped.
“Touché,” he chuckled softly.
“What are you doing here?” she asked with an impolite bluntness that surprised me.