3
Why the hell am I so nervous?
Harper didn’t want to analyze the answer to that question too closely. She opened her apartment door, and Seth stepped inside. She moved back, as he dwarfed her in the doorway. He had to be close to six foot seven. Her head didn’t even come close to the top of his shoulders. She had to admit she liked that, a lot.
Seth faced her and inhaled deeply. “Smells good.” For a second she thought he was smelling her, and a shiver of delight rippled through her despite herself.
Harper forgot all about the food as she took in the sight of his muscular body. His shoulders strained at the edges of his red plaid button-up shirt, yet he was perfectly proportioned with a trim waist, the kind of waist a woman wanted to wrap her legs around. But that was a dangerous thoug
