Fuck. My gut hollows like the morning after having too much to drink. But the man who walks in behind Nowak … it takes me a second to recognize him. The chubby cheeks are gone, and in their place is a strong jawline. His shoulders and chest are broader, his black hair is longer, and those concentration lines in his forehead have become permanent, along with the happy creases by his eyes. Colby Kessinger is no longer the young man who taunted my attraction. Now, he’s much, much worse.
