The girls chitchatted, but I couldn't focus on much of anything but the roar of need inside my blood and the swell in my jeans. I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.

It wasn't until Nicole peered underneath the table that I snapped out of it. Was she checking out my raging hard-on?

"My curiosity was piqued." She smiled sheepishly. "I needed to see if you have hobbit feet."

"Uh, no."

"He's not a hobbit," Paige said and patted my shoulder. ...