“After Clark?” Jenna scowled. “You need to be with a man who’s dying to get on you. Tell me I’m wrong.” My heart was galloping a million miles an hour, and I couldn’t stop myself from looking at him. His simple gray t-shirt was stretched tight across his chest, flaunting his powerful frame. Jeans clung to his hips, and his brown hair was mussed, but not messy. He was casually styled and effortlessly sexy.
