Sara could barely look at Harrison. Not because she didn’t want to—she wanted to. She had watched how he’d played ball with his brother and friend, his sweaty shirt sticking to his abdomen and delineating his muscles. Standing in front of her, he smelled like raw masculinity, and she had to restrain herself from burying her nose against him. He looked so potent, so capable. If she weren’t careful, she’d do something very stupid right this moment.
“Go out with me tonight,” Harrison said in a low voice. His green eyes were dark, and she became lost in them. “Let me go home and I’ll pick you up later.”
She hesitated. Oh, she wanted to. She wanted to so badly that she felt it in her bones. But after Megan had found out about what had happened on their first date, Sara had wondered if she wer
