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perfectly matched her eyes. But when the sun gleamed through the window the fire hiding within the soft curls was brought to life. Man…I was completely hooked.
     
    ~ Hers ~
    Waiting for Nicole and Bobby to arrive had been a lot like waiting for the executioner to release the blade and send my head flying.
    It sounds a little overly-dramatic, but I knew almost nothing about him. Which was not his fault, of course; unless he'd been a star center on the court or a magician with a hockey stick, I probably wouldn't have known him. I had never even seen 'America's Sweetheart' before now, which shows how much I attention I pay to Twitter and Facebook.
    I wrung my hands on the table, looking out the giant window framing Bryant Park. Saying, 'screw it,' and running out the doors to my library for a little peace and serenity was really the only thought on my mind, but I had to stay. I had to make this work. Amber was counting on me.
    When I watched the door swing open and Nicole stride through like Napoleon ignoring his troupes, I began to laugh. I always wondered why she never pursued a career on Broadway, considering she could make an entrance like no tomorrow. Not only that, but her voice could enunciate not only to the back row, but straight to the back row of a theatre three blocks away.
    Mr. McKenna was walking behind her with Bobby by his side. I have to say, if this Matthew guy had been gay, which I kind of had a feeling he wasn't, those two would've graced hundreds of magazine covers. Their six-foot height was the same, but McKenna's slightly lighter skin tone and amazing eyes that were now green, matching the fresh green shirt he wore, made him truly stunning. The strong square jaw, that thick head of hair—it was if the 'time demon' that hits most men had simply let these two pass by unscathed.
    Matt's lovely brown curls framed his strong face, and Bobby's wind-blown black hair made him look like a surfer who'd chosen not to go blond like all the rest.  
    As they stood there having a conversation, they both smiled—that was the moment that really shook me. Bobby's lips stretched out over those brilliant pearly-whites, while Matt's full lips moved slower. One corner rose up, as if offering a small view of the straight white teeth, before raising the curtain to make the audience gasp at the full effect.
    And their figures… My body felt the tingle once again as I remembered the feel of our first meeting. You could almost see the muscles moving under the shirts of these two men, knowing that every bicep, every ab—the whole picture—would be absolutely astounding.
    I shook my head and screamed at myself. This was about Amber. I needed this guy to get her a home, and there was absolutely no way I was going to flirt to get him on board. I was never any good at that crap, anyway. So I would just have to rely on my passion and Nicole's sheer presence to get him to agree.
    Nicole rushed forward like giant crocodiles were snapping at her heels. "I did my part, honey. I got him here."
    I nodded, swallowing the small nugget of fear that formed in my throat. I stood up quickly, thrusting my hand out to him as he came closer. I watched him falter a bit and stop, knowing that he probably wanted nothing more than to get out from behind the waitress that seemed to be making him trip the whole way.
    After staring into the lovelorn face of the young girl, I understood her reasons for being clumsy. I laughed a little, enthralled by how gallant Matt was being to her as he tried to settle her nerves and place our order.
    I smiled as she walked away. "Bryce does sound a bit like a romance novel," I agreed with Nicole.
    He smiled back; the corner of his lips rose quickly this time as he moved forward in his chair and placed his elbows on the table. "There's a little romance, I suppose."
    "I'm sorry," I immediately apologized, forgetting that his success should be praised. "I rarely watch T.V."
    His laugh was loud and fun. "Not a problem