I met my ex-fiancé’s father… in my panties.
One minute, I’m walking my best friend’s colossal Great Dane.
The next? He bolts. The leash snags my jeans.
Panic hits me as strangers openly stare at my lace panties.
Phones rise like a sea of tiny cameras.
Then HE storms in.
A towering statue of a man.
I can’t look away.
His massive body steps in front of me,
shielding my curves from the crowd’s hungry stares.
