Turned out he was right. Johnny was Captain America to Ben’s Iron Man—tall and lithe, well-toned, handsome. Twinkling baby blue eyes that seemed almost depthless at times and careless blond hair that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a surfer. God, and his smile! If Ben’s was devilish then Johnny’s was the other side of the coin, innocent and angelic, complete with a dimple in his left cheek that she wanted to poke with her fingertip every time she saw it. A grin like that guaranteed him a free ride through life.
In the six months since they started dating, Marianne was already dangerously close to falling head over heels in love with Johnny. And, if she were being completely honest, with Ben, too. Because with one came the other. She learned early on the difference between going “on a
