I did not like this man as more than a friend. A passing acquaintance. He was just a nice guy and it made perfect sense to admire someone with his type of loyalty. I did not like him. I didn’t. And I sure as hell wasn’t falling in love with him a little. No way. While I was busy repeating to myself that, yes, I thought he was super-hot, and yes, his heart might be made of the finest silver in the land, but there were plenty of men like that in the world. I didn’t even believe myself.
