…Dark hair, dark eyes, dark, tanned skin. Dangerous with a capital D. Body solid, without an ounce of fat. Nick had the look that bespoke a man who worked his body the hard way, not through weights, but through a tough, physical life. Strong thighs, a broad chest she couldn't wait to run her hands over, and tall, too. He was tall enough to make her five-eleven look average, which was a relief. She was sick and tired of having to bend down to kiss the top of her guy's head.

It had to be more than the unusual prospect of a neck kink from kissing Nick that made her chimes start clanging away like a demented doorbell as soon as he was within sniffing distance. If you took away the devilishly handsome face and sexy smile, the rock-hard body that rippled with strength, and the compelling male smell of him, he was just another guy.

Yeah, and I'm Mary Poppins!

She closed her eyes and sat back in the seat, not quite ready to look at him again until she had her irrational craving for him a little more under control. One weekend of mad, hot sex with Nick and she was sure she could get that craving out of her system. Binge and purge. Lots of dieters used that process and there was no argument her sex life had resembled a starvation diet the last couple of years after her bust up with Phil.