Give the Man His JolliesI first saw him in profile standing on the sidewalk as I exited Macy’s in Coronado Center. Normally, I can take a handsome guy or leave him, but this one rocked me on my heels. I did an about face and retreated behind the glass doors to observe not only one of the handsomest men I’d ever seen, but also one of the sexiest. I took a moment to drink him in. Early twenties, clear brown skin that didn’t owe all of its coloring to the sun—Spanish blood?—thick black hair that tended to curl at the end. His white polo shirt hugged a tapered torso with a faint six-pack. And the rest…oh my word. The rest was as breathtaking as the other parts.
He was looking up and down the service road, making me panic as I realized he was waiting for someone to pick him up. He glanced at a
