Gabe
"ISN'T HE JUST the absolute sexiest thing you've ever seen?"
"Hmm. And thank heavens for this heat wave. I love it when he leaves his shirt off." A wistful, feminine sigh. "I swear, I could sit here all day and look at him."
"We have been sitting here all day looking at him." Gabe Kasper, pretending to be asleep, had to struggle with a small smile. Life was good. Here he was, sprawled in the warm sun, letting the waves from the weekend boat-ers gently rock the dock, with a fishing pole loosely held in one hand, a Van Halen hat pulled low over his eyes and a gaggle of good-lookin' women ogling him. He had not a care in the world. Man couldn't ask for much more sat-isfaction out of living.
"He is so gorgeous."
"And wicked lookin'. I dearly love those whiskers on his chin."
Aha. And here his brother Jordan had sworn the whisk-ers looked disreputable and tried to convince him to shave. Jordan could be such a stuffed shirt sometimes.
Gabe almost chuckled out loud. He couldn't wait to tell his brothers about this. Now that the two eldest were mar-ried and off-limits, Gabe and Jordan, the only two single ones left, got even more attention. Not tha ... read full excerpt from Gabe ebook
