He looked magazine-cover perfect as always, as if someone had peeled him off the front of an issue of Men’s Health. He wore flawless tennis whites that flattered his firm, triangular torso and trim, muscled legs. I gulped. Okay. So I was definitely into women, I decided, but I was absolutely also still very much into guys.

“Uh. Hi,” I managed.

“Good morning,” he flashed his toothpaste-commercial worthy smile at me. His dark blond hair was smoothly ...