It wasn't until I was fumbling for my keys that I realized someone followed me outside. I looked up into chocolate brown eyes and suddenly wanted to cry.

So not fair.

Quaid held himself stiff, about two feet from me, hands stuck in the pockets of his dress pants. I had to admit he looked delicious in his charcoal gray suit, navy blue dress shirt open to reveal the pulse at the base of his neck. I wanted to slide my arms around him under his jacket, feel the silky warmth ...