Chapter 4
Funny, Jim thought. Most people would probably see the stunning blond behind the counter of Sutter’s Brew and stop there—no denying the guy was gorgeous in a classic way. But Jim had eyes only for Edward, who leaned a hip against the counter as he had been conversing with the guy. He still wore the snug black dress pants he’d worn at Mabry’s, along with the crisp white buttoned-down shirt, though he had removed the black waist apron. His dark hair, almost military short, looked good on Edward. He had amazing dark brown eyes that appeared more like dark chocolate than milk.
“Hello, Edward.” Jim was surprised his voice hadn’t cracked. He approached and smiled at the guy behind the counter. “Jim Reynolds.”
The blond stuck out his hand. “Nolan Young-Winthrop.”
Jim shook his hand.
