Josh looked up from the pit of despair into the warm sunshine of hope. The transition was a shock to both his brain and his libido. If yesterday his writing had been crap, this morning he had crawled into the outhouse, then ducked down the hole for a long swim.
He took a moment to appreciate the wonder that was Melanie. Her casual wear could shame, well, any supermodel that wasn’t her and all mere mortals. Rumpled leather cavalier boots to mid-calf, skinny jeans that showed the advantage of perfect legs even when hidden away, a sunshine yellow blouse whose loose form didn’t reveal, but a sharp leather vest that suggested very strongly. And those eyes. Cornflower blue offset against her light golden hair.
“I’m leaving.”
“Thank god.”
She looked at him quizzically.
“I think Mama Maria pu
