I might have resented that if he hadn't been the dearest person on earth to me.
Leanly built, dark-haired, and green-eyed, Cary was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life. We'd been unpacking for days, yet he still looked amazing. 'Come on, Eva.' Cary sat on our new living room floor amid a half-dozen moving boxes and flashed his winning smile. 'I'm sure drinking the night before starting a new job is a bad idea.' I'd always considered it part of his charm. Cary Taylor found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential.
I wasn't surprised by my roommate's emphatic pronouncement.
