The white shirt’s four top buttons were open revealing a well-muscled chest decorated by sprigs of white blond hair. His sun kissed face broadened into a hesitant smile, but despite his open mouth, no words came out.
“Mr. Evans?” She had little to go on beyond a brief physical description of each man and their names. The blond was Evans. The darker-haired man would be Cavanaugh. But she hadn’t caught sight of him yet.