Parking the SUV behind Lexie's building, he took the stairs two at a time. When he reached the landing, he stopped for a moment to settle himself before he knocked on the door. When it opened, for a moment, he was struck so dumb he couldn't breathe. He was sure his heart had stopped beating. Every intention he'd lectured himself on for tonight melted like butter on a hot biscuit. Lexie was barefoot, her graceful toes decorated with purple nail polish. Instead of a dress or jeans, she ...