Turning around to steady the person by the arm, he said, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
Duncan stopped talking and stared. It was Lynn, and he was beautiful. He had decided to wear a dress for the evening: a white, strapless gown with a wrap to match and low-heeled, silver shoes. A silver clutch bag was under his left arm. He’d let his hair down and it flowed around his shoulders in soft, black waves. Gorgeous.
Lynn was also speechless. He’d never seen Duncan without his eyeglasses. The man’s eyes were mesmerizing. And, boy, did Duncan clean up well. Such broad shoulders, a wide chest, narrow waist, and those thighs. Realizing that they still touched, each man abruptly stepped back.
“I always thought you’d look beautiful in a dress. Hell, you’re gorgeous, no matter what you wear. You
