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Blind Date part 6 - The Meeting

 

Catch up with the story! Chapter one is linked here. Chapter two is linked here. Chapter three is linked here. Chapter four is linked here. Chapter five is linked here.

 

THE BLIND DATE

Chapter six - The Meeting

 

 

As it turns out, I am the hero of the monthly meeting, the only one who has already found and vetted a blind date for my assigned friend. However, I haven’t been able to get Shawna together with
Chris yet because of their hectic schedules.

 

 

“I have been looking,” Cindy complains, “but I can’t find the right guy for Kyle. But don’t worry. I have something up my sleeve.” She exchanges a glance with Marty I can’t decipher. I decide to
ask him about it later.

 

“I have three guys picked out for Cindy,” Shawna says. “I’m working on meeting with each one to decide which is the absolute best. Stay tuned.” She takes a sip of her Margarita and turns toward
Kyle who is sitting beside her at the large round table.

 

We’re each making our reports. I started since I was so proud of myself for having found Chris. Then I passed the torch to Cindy, who’d turned to Shawna. Now it is Kyle’s turn.

 

I lean forward in anticipation of Kyle’s report about his progress in finding Marty a date. My stomach feels tight and I grip the stem of my wine glass with white knuckles. I cast my eyes to my
immediate right, where Marty is sitting. Instead of watching Kyle, he is staring at my hand. I try to relax my grip, but I can’t seem to do it. I am completely wound up.

 

“I’ve already found the perfect girl for Marty,” Kyle says, an arrogant grin on his face. He is clearly proud of himself.

 

“Who?” I ask, the word blurting out of me without my permission.

 

Kyle turns his prideful grin on me. “Not telling. Not yet. I suspect that at our next meeting Marty will come in here with her on his arm. In fact, I am willing to bet on it. Any takers?”

 

Marty slaps a twenty-dollar bill on the table. “I’ll take that bet and hope I lose,” he says.

 

Kyle’s eyes sparkle, his gaze trained on Marty as he reaches into his wallet and pulls out a twenty of his own. “Bea, why don’t you hang on to the wager?” he suggests.

 

I put both bills in my purse without comment. I can’t explain what’s happening inside me. But I am struggling to deal with the image of Marty, smiling and happy, with some woman on his arm. And
even though I shouldn’t, I hope to hell that Kyle loses the bet.

 

Next chapter coming soon...

 

Meanwhile you can check out my full-length romance novels here.

 

-Kay Harris

 

 

Blind Date part 5 - Ice Time

 

Catch up with the story! Chapter one is linked here. Chapter two is linked here. Chapter three is linked here. Chapter four is linked here.

 

THE BLIND DATE

Chapter five - Ice Time

 

The arena is quiet. It’s eerie. I’ve never been here when there wasn’t either thousands of screaming fans or, at the very least, dozens of hockey players engaged in noisy practice.

 

Now it’s just me, balancing unsteadily on skates with rubber grips over the blades, and Marty, whom I am clinging to as if my life depends on it. And in a way it does.

 

He sets me on a bench at the edge of the massive oval of ice. As he pulls the covers off his own skate blades, I look out at the blanket of white. “It’s so big. Has it always been this big?”

 

 

He chuckles and reaches down to grab my right skate and remove its cover. “Pretty sure it’s the same size it was yesterday. Hell, it’s the same size it was ten years ago when you last tried
this.”

 

“And that was a disaster. Which is why I haven’t tried again,” I remind him.

 

Marty had asked me to meet him at the arena after he was done with his afternoon meeting. I hadn’t seen him in over a week because he’d been busy with pre season work and I’d been busy with
photography gigs. So I jumped at the chance to hang out with him. But I hadn’t bargained on him talking me into a “quick afternoon skate.”

 

Marty straightens up, having successfully unsheathed the deadly blades that are supposed to somehow balance me across the slick of frozen water. He stands and pulls me up, holding onto my arms to
steady me.

 

“You broke your arm,” he says.

 

I nod vigorously. “I broke my freaking arm, Marty.”

 

“That’s because you were nowhere near me.”

 

I try to remember where Marty had been on the ice at that moment during open skate. I remember his presence, of course. Every time Marty is on the ice, from the day I’d met him as a freshman in
college to this very day, I notice him. He is so graceful, confident, and powerful, his large frame floating over the ice easily, that I can’t seem to look away.

 

“You were skating with your stupid date,” Marty says, making a face. “That prick, Hillman.”

 

Marty uses Greg’s last name because they played on the hockey team together and he always referred to him by his last name on the ice.

 

“He dropped me,” I say stoically.

 

“He sure did. And I was all the way across the ice because you told me to get away from you. You said I was hovering.”

 

“I did?” I couldn’t imagine saying that to Marty.

 

“Yes. And so I went over to the other side of the rink and the jerk dropped you.”

 

Marty moves me to the edge of the ice. His big hands steady my waist. I feel like no matter what happens—a big wind blowing toward me from the large rolling door at the end of the arena or a
Zamboni trying to run me down—I won’t budge from this secure position between his strong arms.

 

I look down at the cold, hard, sheet of ice with trepidation, then back up at him. “You won’t drop me though, Marty, right?”

 

“Never.”

 

 

Next chapter coming soon...

 

Meanwhile you can check out my full-length romance novels here.

 

-Kay Harris

 

 

Blind Date part 4 - My Protector

 

Catch up with the story! Chapter one is linked here. Chapter two is linked here. Chapter three is linked here.

 

THE BLIND DATE

Chapter four - My Protector

 

 

“There he is,” I whisper to Marty as we cross the threshold into the coffee shop.

 

 

The man I plan to set Shawna up with, Chris, sits at a small round table, a cup of coffee in front of him. He waves when he sees me, then confusion hits as he takes in Marty beside me. Marty
holds my hand and pulls me toward the table.

 

Chris stands. “Bea. It’s nice to see you again.”

 

Before I can say a word, Marty reaches a hand out to Chris. “Hi. I’m Bea’s fiancé, Marty.”

 

My jaw is literally on the floor. But Chris doesn’t seem to notice. Instead he blushes. “So you really did want to introduce me to a friend. I feel like a fool. I thought that you…meant that
you were interested…sorry.”

 

Marty laughs. “I know, man. When Bea told me the story, I thought the same thing. I told her that I thought she left you with the wrong impression. So, you know, I came along. Hope you don’t
mind.”

 

“Of course not,” Chris says, visibly relaxing.

 

It turns out Chris is a hockey fan. So I go get coffee for Marty and me while the two of them chat about the previous season and the prospects for the upcoming season.

 

When Marty agreed to come with me to this meeting he hadn’t mentioned posing as my boyfriend, or fiancé, or whatever. And even though it shouldn’t mean anything, it has me in knots.

 

When I get back to the table, they’ve changed subjects and are talking about Shawna. “I mean, she’s one hell of a woman,” Marty tells Chris. “Smart, successful, driven, and freaking gorgeous. But
she couldn’t pick out a decent boyfriend if her life depended on it.”

 

“And what’s wrong with them all?” Chris asks.

 

They both look at me to answer, though I’m not sure why. “They are threatened by her,” I say simply. “And they treat her like crap.”

 

“Yeah,” Marty agrees. “They want her for all the things she is, but they can’t handle the fact that she’s so much better than they are.  So they tend to put her down. Then she gets tired of
it, dumps them, and goes on to the next loser.”

 

“What makes you think I’m the right fit for your friend?” Chris asks me.

 

“Because you were at your ex-girlfriend’s wedding. She was marrying a hot millionaire, and you were not only there, you were happy for them,” I point out.

 

“Which means,” Marty says. “You are either super laid back or a doormat.”

 

Chris chuckles. “Maybe I’m the doormat.”

 

“You’re not,” I tell him. “Because if you were you’d have been at some shitty table in the back and they wouldn’t have hesitated to make fun of you or use you to keep some homely cousin company.
But you were sitting with the bride’s family and both the bride and groom were kind and friendly to you.”

 

Chris shrugs. “Celeste and I broke up a couple years before she got together with Roger. We were friends and I was close to her family.”

 

“You’re perfect for our friend,” I tell him.

 

“You up for meeting Shawna?” Marty asks him.

 

“Don’t hit me for saying this,” he tells Marty. Then he looks at me. “But if she’s anything like you, I’m in.”

 

“No offense taken,” Marty says. Then he leans in and kisses my neck. Not my cheek. My neck. His mouth opens and I shiver at just the tiniest touch from the tip of his tongue.

 

The move is possessive and has a purpose. I know that. But my brain has taken a vacation and my body is buzzing from the contact.

 

I am speechless as the two men finish up business. Marty tells Chris we’ll contact him to arrange the date with Shawna. Then he takes my hand and pulls me up and out of the coffee shop.

 

I am basically a zombie at this point. So I just follow along as Marty takes me to my car. Then he kisses my cheek. A chaste kiss. A friend kiss. And I feel the loss deep inside me.

 

I want to go back to playing pretend fiancé with Marty.

 

“I got a meeting this afternoon,” he says. “I’ll see you soon?”

 

I manage to smile and nod. And then he’s gone. My senses have left with him.

 

Next chapter coming soon...

 

Meanwhile you can check out my full-length romance novels here.

 

-Kay Harris

 

 

Blind Date part 3 - Twenty Questions

 

Catch up with the story! Chapter one is linked here. Chapter two is linked here.

 

THE BLIND DATE

Chapter three- Twenty Questions

 

 

 I pull into the outlet mall, still reeling that we’re here. Marty told me we were going to do one of my favorite things today, a thing we’ve never done together—shop.

 

 

Marty hates shopping. In fact, half his non-hockey wardrobe was picked out by me. I send him a shopping cart online and he just buys the stuff I suggest. So the fact that he wants to spend his
Sunday at the outlet mall with me is very surprising.

 

I park at one end of the long, stretched out complex, pull my folding roller cart out of the trunk, and begin the long march to the other side.

 

“Where are we going?” Marty asks.

 

“We start at that end,” I say pointing to the Old Navy that’s at least a half mile away. “And end at the car.”

 

“We’re going to all of them?”

 

I laugh. “Almost all. Sorry you got yourself into this?”

 

He looks a little green, as he says, “No I’m good.”

 

For three hours I drag Marty through the complex. While I shop, he asks me questions. He wants to know what I’m looking at and why. When I do buy something, he wants a full rundown on what it is
about that product that made me decide to purchase it.

 

He asks about my tastes in everything from clothing to kitchen tools. I have no idea how any of this is going to help him pick my blind date, but I’m enjoying myself too much to question it.

 

When we get to the middle of the mall, we stop for lunch at a diner-style restaurant off the food court. It’s over BLTs and fries that Marty really gets down to business.

 

“About guys,” he begins, plucking a fry off my plate.

 

I sigh. “Go ahead.”

 

“Any of your boyfriends ever go shopping with you?”

 

I steal a piece of fallen bacon off his plate and nibble on it while I think about that. “Not really. I helped a couple of them pick out Christmas presents for their parents.”

 

“Doesn’t count,” he says, slicing his hand through the air with finality. “So I’m going to take that as a no. What kinds of things did you do with your boyfriends when you went out?”

 

“God…um…well, with Darnell,” I said, making a face as I mentioned the guy who dumped me two weeks ago. “We went to a lot of movies.”

 

“What kind of movies?” Marty steals another fry, despite his own plate being full of them, and for some reason it makes me smile.

 

“Action adventure, Marvel, horror,” I say casually before taking a big bite of my BLT.

 

“What about romantic comedies?” he asks.

 

I nearly lose my bacon. When I get my food choked down, I laugh. “Hell, no!”

 

“But you love them.”

 

I shrug.

 

“What about that Toby guy? What did you do with him?”

 

“We didn’t go out that often. He was kind of a homebody. When we did, we usually went out to eat.” I chewed on another fry and tried to figure out where this was going.

 

“Where?”

 

“I don’t know, Marty. What’s the point?”

 

“Did you go to restaurants you like, or ones he liked?”

 

“Mostly his.” Abandoning my lunch momentarily, I fold my arms over my chest. “What’s the point?” I ask defiantly.

 

“You never did things you like to do with these guys. Your entire relationship was about them.”

 

Marty speaks an absolute truth and I know it. I also have a standard response. ‘It’s okay. I like to make them happy.’ But I don’t bother. Marty has heard it before and he can see right through
me.

 

“It is what it is,” I say quietly.

 

“It doesn’t have to be.”

 

Next chapter coming soon...

 

Meanwhile you can check out my full-length romance novels here.

 

-Kay Harris

 

 

Blind Date part 2 - The Matchmaker

 

If you missed Chapter one, check it out here.

 

THE BLIND DATE

Chapter two- The Matchmaker

 

“Come on sleepyhead,” a voice calls from my kitchen. “I brought bagels.”

 

I stumble out of my bedroom and look up at my best friend. He’s standing at my kitchen island with a shiny white bag in his hand. His dark brown hair has grown longer. He keeps it short during
hockey season, but as the coach his summer work is mostly done in the office and he tends to let it go. I personally like the way it flops over his forehead, accenting his deep brown eyes.

 

“I was shooting a wedding last night,” I groan as I pull myself onto a barstool.

 

I’m still wearing my long, boxy nightshirt with Snoopy on the front. My normally straight hair is in utter disarray, forming weird lumps and loops that are a product of last night’s updo. I am
also wearing zero make-up.

 

But Marty has seen me this way before. He has a key to my apartment and I have one to his. I have been known to sneak in during hockey season and stock his fridge since he has so little time.
It’s a good thing, too, because if it were up to him he’d eat the takeout he warns his athletes about all through the season. And even though it’s been three years since an injury ended his
playing days in the minors, Marty still has an incredible physique. Best friend or not, I can certainly appreciate it.

 

“Aaaah, the budding photographer,” he says as he starts emptying the contents of the bag.

 

I am actually a third grade teacher, which means I have summers off. I tend to pick up more photography gigs during that time. “You got any coffee in there?” I ask, eyeing the bag.

 

Marty turns around and uses one of his well toned arms to pull a to-go cup off the counter behind him. He swings it around and pushes it toward me. “Carmel Latte, my queen.”

 

“Bless you,” I say gratefully as I take a sip.

 

My eyes follow those muscular arms and big, agile hands as Marty starts to slice the bagels. “So did you pick a date for Shawna yet?” he asks.

 

“Actually, I think I met the right guy last night at the wedding I was working. But I have a little more vetting to do.”

 

“How are you going to do that?”

 

“I asked him to meet me for coffee later this week. I told him the whole thing, how I want to set him up with a friend of mine and that I wanted to get to know him better to make sure he’s a good
fit.”

 

Marty stopped what he was doing and smirked. “He probably thought it was you.”

 

“What?!”

 

“Yeah. ‘I’ve got a friend.’ Come on, Bea. He agreed to the coffee because he thinks it was your weirdo way of hitting on him.”

 

I slap my hand over my mouth and he laughs. I pull my hand back and glare at him. “What I am going to do?”

 

Marty turns his attention back to the bagels, popping them into my toaster oven and grabbing two plates from the cupboard. “Don’t worry. I’ll go with you.”

 

Once we are both sitting at the counter with bagels and lox in front of us, I ask Marty what he’s up to today. “I am doing some vetting of my own,” he responds casually.

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“Well, it’s my responsibility to pick the perfect man for you, right?”

 

“Ugh. I can’t believe I got you.” He pretends to be hurt, clutching his chest and pouting. It’s cute, but it doesn’t work on me. “You have never liked any of the guys I’ve dated.”

 

“Exactly. They all turned out to be total disasters. So it’s time I took over your love life, Bea. And we’re starting today.”

 

“Oh yeah? You found someone already?”

 

“I have a list of potentials. But before I can choose the perfect one, I need to go over some things with you first. So finish your bagel and get dressed, because we are going out.”

 

Next chapter coming soon...

 

Meanwhile you can check out my full-length romance novels here.

 

-Kay Harris

 

 

Blind Date part 1 - The Pact

I was at writing conference a while back and we were talking about blogging. I asked what I should blog about and the instructor said, "blog about what interests you the most." Well, what
interests me the most is writing romance novels. So I decided to write a romance short story on this blog. But I've added a twist. I am not going to write the story out then release it a little a
time. Instead, I am going to write the story as I go. I don't know where this will all end up any more than you, the reader, does. 

So without further ado...let's start this adventure!

 

THE BLIND DATE

Chapter one - The Pact

 

I look around at my closest friends, eyes wide. Kyle has just dropped a bomb with his suggestion. Shawna, Cindy, Marty, and I stare at him, all with expressions of shock.

"Say that again?" Shawna says.

Kyle has the nerve to look exasperated. "I said we should set each other up. Look, you," he points to Shawna, "are an insanely successful woman who chooses total losers. Didn't the
last one end up in jail?"

Shawna pouts. "Everyone deserves a second chance."

"But you're a lawyer!" Kyle points out. "And, Cindy, you've been divorced for a year now. It's time you get back out there. Bea," I flinch as he turns to me. "You just got dumped."

"Thanks for putting it like that."

"It's true and the guy was a prick. You need to move on."

My jaw drops. "You didn't like him?"

Kyle shakes his head. "None of us did."

I look around the table at my four friends. We meet up every third Friday of every month, and have been since we left college nine years ago. Tonight we're in my very best friend's condo. The
closest person to me in the world. The one I can count on the most. So as all my other friends nod in agreement with Kyle, I turn to Marty. He just shrugs and turns his gaze away from me.

"What about you, Kyle? You haven't had a boyfriend in a while," Marty says.

"I haven't. But at least I'm less of a monk than you, man. When was the last time you had a girlfriend?"

"The point is," Shawna interrupts. "You think the solution to all this is that we set each other up on blind dates?"

"Exactly." Kyle takes a pad and pen out of the messenger bag hanging from his chair. As a writer he always has these handy. He rips five pieces of paper from the small pad and scribbles on each
one. Then he reaches over and grabs Marty's ball cap off his head laying it face up on the table. He throws the paper inside. "We'll draw for it. Whoever's name you draw, you are
responsible for setting that person up with their future spouse."

"No pressure," Shawna says under her breath.

We all sit in silence, our souls focused on that cap which displays the name and logo of the college we all went to, the same one Marty now works for.

After a long and painful pause, Kyle plunges his hand into the abyss and pulls out a piece of folded paper. "Fine. I'll go first." The paper crinkles as he neatly pulls apart the folds. "Marty!"
he announces.

Marty groans. Kyle shoves the cap at him. "That means you draw next." Kyle wiggles his eyebrows at Marty and they exchange a strange look. "Who will you get? Whose future will you determine?"

"Dramatic much?" Marty mumbles as he reaches in. 

He seems to take a while choosing. It's as if he's feeling the texture of each piece of paper. The suspense gets so intense that Cindy finally says, "Come on already, Marty!"

With a smirk, he pulls the paper out. It looks tiny in his big hockey player hands. He unfolds it and reads aloud, "Bea."

Oh crap.

 

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Meanwhile you can check out my full-length romance novels here.

 

-Kay Harris

 

 

Fiction Infatuation - Hank Tolk

Where Sean Rush is quiet and thoughtful, Hank Tolk is loud and spontaneous. With a dark and difficult past, Hank makes no apologies for himself. He also doesn't expect that anyone can ever change
his womanizing ways. That is until Hank Tolk actually falls in love.

 

Sure he's a hot rock star:  Hank Tolk was tall, lean, and muscular. He wore his light brown hair short. He had a handful of tattoos on his upper arms...He was definitely looking
at me, right at me.

“Um, hi,” I mumbled.

Hank grinned a playboy grin. He was, objectively, a beautiful man.

 

And he knows how to use it to his advantage: “Hank Tolk!” The hostess squealed.

“Hi, sweetheart,” I said, as if I’d known her for years. “Do you have a back room in this place where we could eat in private?”

“Yeah, we do! I’ll, um, get it ready for you. Give me one minute.”

I winked at her. She shivered and took off at the speed of light. 

 

And part of his hotness is in his moves. After all Hank knows how to seduce a woman: The song was sexy. It called for some sexy dancing. So that’s what I did.

The girl didn’t have a clue how to move on the dance floor. She was awkward. When I went one way, she went the opposite direction. I grabbed her hips in my hands.

“Just follow me, Bell,” I told her.

She swallowed hard, her deep brown eyes bigger than I’d ever seen them. I put my leg between her thighs. She sucked in a breath. I used my leg to move her hips... 

 

But underneath all that hot, alpha male, he's a softy: She blinked up at me. “You don’t want me?”

“Believe me, Bell, I am not the right guy for you.”

“You’re perfect. You’re a player. And I want to get played.”

“What? Why?”

She shrugged, looking vulnerable. I picked her t-shirt up off the floor and motioned for her to hold up her arms. She obeyed and I slipped it over her head.

 

And when a man like that falls, he falls hard: She looks like all my dreams come true, except that she obviously hasn’t slept in a very long time...I don’t stop to think
anything through. I just walk up the steps and kiss her. 

 

Check out Hank along with Sean, Sam, Jack, and Alonso from the Love on Tour series here.

Fiction Infatuation - Sean Rush

 

So, yeah, I wrote Sean Rush. But that doesn't mean I can't have a killer crush on him, right?

 

First, he's a rock star. That alone is smoking hot. He plays guitar, he sings (in a deep, dark voice, I might add) and he fronts the band. He's basically walking sex right there.

 

But then there's his looks:  Sean Rush was even more terrifying-looking in person than he was on the album covers. He was absolutely massive, standing 6’6, and covered head-to-toe in
muscles, which were deeply tanned and sported a variety of tattoos that ran from his wrist to his shoulder on both arms, as well covering the backs of both calves. On that night, his long black
hair was tied back in a ponytail, but in the music videos I’d seen of him it flew wild and hung below his shoulders.  Need I say more? Sure let's.  I could not look away. His wet hair hung down around his shoulders in soft clumps, the
color of rich soil. His arms were sculpted into hard lines of muscle beneath colorful tattoos.  His chest was clear of any markings, not even a scar or a scratch. It too, was perfectly
contoured, strong and hard, and with the exact right amount of fuzzy hair in the center.

When he bent over his bag I could see that his back was just as well defined, also free of tattoos, but with one small scar just above his right shoulder blade.  And the towel stretched
across an absolutely exquisite butt. The man was a work of art.

 

And his...um...moves: Sean then proceeded to touch, kiss, and suckle every part of me above the waist. I was already writhing when he dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, parted
my thighs, and went to work with his tongue.

 

He also has that strong and protective man thing going on (I can't help it, that is so sexy): The door crashed into the wall, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere. Brynn released
me like I was on fire.

Sean made it to me in a few strides and pulled me to him. “You okay?”

 

Finally, despite his looks, his job, and even his reputation. He's a big sweetheart: I could hear Sean whisper in my ear as he leaned over me. “Hey Baby, I’m going to pick you up now,
okay.”

“No.” I intended for it to come out as a loud shout, instead it was a weak whisper. I tried again “No, no, no!”

He must have heard me, because his hands stilled on my shoulders and knees where he’d been about to lift me.

“Baby, we need to get you to a doctor,” Sean pleaded.

 

Check out Sean along with Hank, Sam, Jack, and Alonso from the Love on Tour series here.

A New Door Opens

I am delighted to announce that I have signed a publishing contract for the I Want Morrison series beginning with "Don't Let Him Go." I have signed with the well respected
publishing house The Wild Rose Press.

 

I am very excited about this opportunity and I look forward to releasing "Don't Let Him Go" as a published book. A release date and other information will be forthcoming.

 

Thank you to my loyal readers! You've been with me all the way and I hope you will stay with me as I embark on this new adventure.

 

-Kay Harris

Fiction Infatuation - The men of SEP

Susan Elizabeth Phillips writes rom-coms that make me laugh out loud, cry like a baby, and fall deeply in love with her leading men.

 

While all of her books are marvelous, my heart belongs to the Chicago Stars series. SEP just released a new book in the series, First Star See Tonight. I haven't read
it yet. Before I do, I wanted to review some of the men of the series I find so irresistible. 

 

Cal Bonner in Nobody's Baby but Mine - This cranky quarterback is given a very hard time by a nerdy scientist. I was laughing so hard tears were running down my
face during the 'shotgun' scene at grandma's house. And Cal himself... yes, please.

 

Gabriel Bonner in Dream a Little Dream - Cal's little brother is crankier and crustier. But deep down he has a heart of gold (and apparently, a very
talented set of hands.)

 

Dean Robillard in Natural Born Charmer - Cocky and obnoxious, when Dean's family troubles make him vulnerable and unsure of himself, I melt like chocolate left on a
car seat in Arizona in July.

 

Kevin Tucker  in This Heart of Mine - Alright, here it is. Kevin is my favorite. I've read this book the most (can't even count the number of
times). I cannot get enough of Kevin Tucker. I can't really even put my finger on what exactly it is about him that I am so infatuated with. And maybe that's the best part. Yum....

 

Okay, I fan geeked out. Now comes the plug for my leading men. Check out Sean, Hank, Sam, Jack, and Alonso from the Love on Tour series here.