5. Marcie
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MARCIE
T he Holt family was blessed. The women were all beautiful, poised, and well-dressed. Even the ones who dressed down were still runway-ready.
But it was the men… dear God, the men were out of this world gorgeous. They ranged from their twenties to their fifties, if I had to guess, and every single one of them was picture perfect, like they could be on the cover of a magazine or ten.
Then, an enormous, breathtaking man walked into the room with Katie’s dad and several others. He had to be seven feet tall and chiseled from stone. His reddish, golden-brown skin glowed in the light coming through the French doors.
Add in the muscles, chocolate-colored eyes, and the bad butt vibe he had going for him and I was breathless, close to panting like a salivating dog.
When our eyes met, I froze, trying to hide the effect he had on me. When he winked, his mouth turning up in a small smile, my nipples pebbled, and I bit a hole in my lip to keep from moaning.
He turned away and I sucked in a deep breath. The man was dangerous. There should be a law against how sexy he was. He looked close to my age, but he had a dominating alpha male air about him that made me want to call him Daddy and drop to my knees.
Thank God for Katie Carter.