“Come in, Colby Blue,” Burke told the man, unable from stop smiling, glowing inside with unexplained heat.
Colby stepped into the house. He dripped with rainwater from head to toes. The throw rug beneath him had darkened with the liquid. Still beautiful and chiseled, his face was wet, and the T-shirt covering his chest clung to his muscles, outlining every curve and bump. Exhaustingly handsome. Sexy for all the right reasons.
He looks like a superhero, Burke thought again, closing the door behind the man. Someone with extraordinary and superhuman powers. Captain American. Superman. Unstoppable. Unbearably handsome. And he smells like summer grass and rain.
Colby brushed his right palm over his head, pushing water off and away from his military cut. He blinked a few times, studying Burke
