signal something important. "Don't look now, but Tarzan is
heading our way."
Alice, you horny girl. She was always drooling over the
latest hottie. The only thing that could tear her away from a
car was a man. Someday, Tarzan would swoop down and
scoop Alice up in his arms. But until that day came, she
would have to make do with her imagination.
Rebecca giggled. "Ooh! Is he with Jane?" It was
supposed to be a joke, but Alice didn't respond-her stare
only grew larger. This was serious. "Can I look yet?"
"No, don't! You'll ruin it. Besides, you're the target here.
This guy is definitely checking you out."
He's looking at me? That was unexpected. Alice was the
one who usually got all the attention, her height acting like
a beacon to draw men in from across any room. Since when
did a jungle man pay any attention to a diminutive woman
like Rebecca? "You're joking, right?"
Alice was probably exaggerating, turning some
disgusting creepster into her version of Tarzan. Her eyes
darted back to look briefly at Rebecca. "I'm serious! Be cool,
and act like you're talking to me."
"I am talking to you." Rebecca was itching to turn
around and look at this supposed ape man who was stalking
her across the urban jungle. She no longer had the ability to
be cool.
Alice kept her face toward Rebecca, but her eyes
wandered. "Yep. As I expected." She nodded and gave
Rebecca a shadow of a smile.
Stop playing games with me. "What? What! Tell me
already." Rebecca gritted her teeth.
"He's circling around. Keep facing my way, you'll see
him soon." Alice attempted to act casual, but she had a bad
poker face and gave off countless tells-her mouth working,
her fingers twitching. Something big was about to happen.
Rebecca pictured a scruffy jungle man, swinging by on a
vine. She held her breath and waited for the truth to
emerge-it had to happen soon.
The first thing she noticed was the golden head of hair,
flowing in waves down to well-muscled shoulders and arms.
He had a sculpted jaw and wore a hint of a smile. A smile for
her.
"Whoa," she muttered under her breath. He seemed like
he should be somebody famous, perhaps a movie actor or a
model. Tall, trim, and tan, he showed off his rugged good
looks in a tight-fitting tank top. Loose shorts hung from
narrow hips, revealing a fine physique. Even his legs were
striking, covered with a light dusting of blond hair. So hot.
She let her jaw go slack.
Tarzan, indeed. With his eyes on her, he turned his head