I was now alone with Gavin. Who was now on his feet. Jesus, he was big.
I had always known that football players had to be strong, but seeing one in person instead of as a miniature human darting around on a television screen, was totally different. This man was made of muscle. Someone appeared to have carved him out of a huge golden boulder. It was too bad about the way he flattened his generous mouth into a slash, and the barely concealed dislike twisting his striking features.