I’m wandering past an open doorway when I spot a drop-dead gorgeous male specimen dozing off, hunched over a microwaveable pizza roll. Oh, geez. A freaking pizza roll for lunch? And a store-bought one, at that?! Doesn’t he know what that’s going to do to his arteries? I shake my head, taking the rare moment to observe him. The way his broad shoulders rise and fall rhythmically…The way his too long eyelashes flutter in a futile attempt to fight off sleep…Mason Westbrook is adorable. My belly tingles.
