Chapter 22. Man of Her Dreams

Ben was amazed at how much her reaction to his presence galled him. "What would it be like to be the man who makes her lighten up? Oh, rapture, I believe," He thought fleetingly.

He had, of course, seen her when she entered the hall; one had to be a blind man not to, as lots of men and even the women had paid her attention. Ben had just gotten to the event and was waiting for the moment he could say his congratulations to the cookies before beating a hasty retreat. He had just gotten a glass of wine from one of the circulating waiters and took his first sip when she entered—a vision in blue. He had sputtered and spilled some of his wine. It was a testament to his reflex that he was able to avoid soiling his shirt and shoes.

He just couldn't take his eyes off her, even knowing that she was a mother who probably had a man at home waiting to peel that sin of a dress off her. The idea of her being peeled out of that dress made his body tighten uncomfortably. The idea of it bein