Monica's POV
I stepped outside just as Colby pulled up to the curb. My breath caught momentarily. He emerged from his car looking like he'd stepped off a fashion magazine cover. His tailored charcoal gray dress pants and matching vest hugged his athletic frame perfectly. The white dress shirt beneath had its sleeves expertly rolled to mid-forearm, top buttons casually undone, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of tanned skin. His copper hair caught the sunlight, styled with just the right amount of product. Unlike his sister, his complexion was unblemished by freckles, and the short, neatly trimmed beard emphasized his strong jawline.
"Well, look at you," Colby said, his green eyes widening behind designer sunglasses. "Monica, you somehow manage to grow more beautiful every time I see you."
"You're quite the charmer," I replied, feeling a flush of warmth at his compliment.
