"Good thinking," she complimented, and he cleared his throat and backed away from her without another word and retreated into his bedroom.

Noa De Coursey was not what Theo had expected. The guy was a few years older than Theo, about thirty, and so short he made Theo a giant in relation to him. He stood no taller than five feet and had a small, well-proportioned body. Soft brown eyes were framed by goofy little round glasses, and he was almost handsome in a clean-living kind of way, freckled all over the bridge of his nose and sporting an endearingly roguish grin. His shoulder-length, frizzily wild, sandy-brown corkscrew curls gave...