QUOTE : Tag was a tall man, towering well over six feet two if she had to hasten a guess. She’d seen him working out in boxing shorts many times, so didn’t have to speculate at his body type. It was fit and lean with muscles. Definition on every limb, not an ounce of body fat, many would drool over. Not her. She looked at him—not as a woman would—and saw how his jawline was sharp and curved into a strong chin. Dusted in fine wheat colored hair to match that on top of his head. He wore it in the style she’d seen a lot of men wearing here at the gym. Shaved around the sides with a step to the longer hair on top. He kept it neat and swept off to one side. <br /><br />Being in Tag’s presence always put an anxious gallop into her heart. <br /><br />It raced through her chest, and she forced her feet to hold before she skittered off like a lunatic. <br /><br />Lord, she was pathetic to get this worked up over a man who’d been nothing but kind.