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June snorted. “Not that kind. Outer space level hot. Not in this world hot. Out of this world hot. However you want to say it, they were smoking. Did you see that guy’s arms?”
Unfortunately, she had. Her sister wasn’t the only one who noticed how ungodly hot the three men were. That was a lot of testosterone. Too much to ignore. She’d noticed Tavish’s broad shoulders, the veins running down his corded arms, his huge stance. He took up a lot of room. Even more when all the parts of her that had been very sadly neglected at the end of her marriage and obviously since the separation and divorce took notice.
She’d taken one of those pills at the clinic with some more peach juice. God, that juice had been good. Knowinghe’dmade it for her was hotter than it should have been.
Her leg was still on fire, throbbing with pain despite the pill. A different heat pooled between her legs, and she jammed them together. She could still save this pair of jeans. Turn them into cut offs for when she was back in a place that didn’t have godforsaken winters. She was wearing a big sweater and her jacket, but underneath that, her nipples peaked in her bra.
She’d never seen a man built like any of those three, but especially not like Tavish. His beautiful long hair was one thing that made him unique, but that’s only where it started. Physically, it probably ended at the soles of his feet.
“That place grows men big, I guess,” June mused. “They did say it was something about being outdoorsy, but I don’t buy it. It’s probably more like killer genetics.”
January had seen the ridges of chiselled abs underneath Tavish’s t-shirt. Josephine had been wearing scrubs like a regular doctor, but the men were all wearing t-shirts and jeans.
What kind of clinic was that anyway?
Maybe they did things differently in small towns. They’d been the only ones there, but even if the place had been packed, she had the feeling they would have gotten the best care she’d ever had in her life, t-shirts or not.
“They all looked like wrestlers. That guy could probably just lift up your car with one hand and slap the doughnut on with the other.”
“That’s going a bit far.”
“I can see it now. He’d work up a fine sweat and have to take his shirt off and he’d be completely and totally jacked beyond imagination, but not in that scary gym way.”
“Oh my god, what would Greg say about that?”
“I’m just thinking for you. You’re single, you know.”
“I did get that memo right about the time I decided to separate from my husband, and it was certainly drilled into me when we signed the papers. That doesn’t mean I’m ready to do anything about it. Anyway, he’s probably not single. How could he not be taken when he looks like that?”
June thumped the wheel twice with the flat of her hand in her eagerness. “So youdidnotice!”
January remained silent. This was one of those traps that wasn’t worth walking into.
“If you want to know what I think, I think he’s single. I was watching him watching you.”
“He’s, like, a nurse or something. That’s his job.”
“He made you juice.”
“Also his job. I needed the sugar.”
“He’s going to change your tire.”
“That’s because he’s nice. And he was put on the spot. He didn’t want to lose face or appear like an asshole.”
“I know many guys who aren’t scared of looking like an asshole.”
“No, you don’t.”
June grinned. “I guess I don’t. But I imagine they’re out there. Anyway, those other three basically pushed him into doing this. They weren’t busy. They were just saying that. It was so obvious.”
“Obvious to who?” It was completely obvious to her too, she just didn’t want to admit it. Her sister had more than enough ammunition for her plotting as it was.
“Anyone with eyes and ears.”
“Sorry, I was too busy with just about having taken my leg off and it hurting like hell to notice.”
“Yeah, freaking right. You’re such a bad liar. We might not hang out like we used to when I lived at home, but I know you. You’re all titillated about him, and you noticed he was getting pushed into this, which basically equals matchmaking, and that means he’s single.”
