A six-foot-tall dude with gray hair and one of those cool Vandyke beards strolled up. He was wearing a spa uniform. “Mr. and Mrs. West?” To Nick’s ear, he sounded a hell of a lot like the cartoon cat Puss in Boots. Nick didn’t consider himself well-versed on what constituted an attractive man, but judging from the hungry looks every woman in the room was throwing his way, Silver Fox was hot. Even Riley was noticing. Maybe he should forget about the Nick Charles mustache and go for the beard?
