Malone
“There's a hottie out in the front asking for you, and he looks familiar."
I glance up at Cherry from where I'm putting cookies on a cooling rack. “He look like a model? Like he just rolled out of bed? Messy hair and what looks like a perpetual five-o'clock shadow?"
“Yes, and a body to die for, like if I could see under his clothes, I could probably bounce a quarter off the abs he's sporting." Her eye dance with appreciation. “Wonder if we could get him to stand outside and offer up free samples? We'd have women and men beating our door down."
I laugh as I wipe my hands off on a towel, knowing she's telling the truth. “You recognize him because he's a professional baseball player." I can't help the way my stupid heart has sped up, knowing Slater's out in the front. “He's Savage,
