“Fine. What does Tatum McHotPants look like?” I thought for a moment. He was tall and solid like the Empire State Building. Dark brown skin and brooding onyx eyes. His hands were seemingly a mile wide, and his thighs were as big around as the columns in front of the Met. He was all man and muscle. “Like Derek Morgan from Criminal Minds, but on steroids,” I finally decided. “Lucky bitch!” she whispered. “I love me some Shemar Moore.”
