Making Waves (26 page)

After getting a good look at her, Nick decided sanity was way overrated. Miss Loco was every guy’s wet dream. She reminded him of the Sophia Loren pinup his Great Uncle Giovanni had hanging in the back room of his barbershop. Nick liked his women curvy and built. None of those bony women who looked more like a boy than a girl for him. Tonya was always trying to lose weight, and it drove him nuts. Her ass was so small, there was almost nothing to hold. Psycho had an ass like you read about. Damn, he should ask her out for her ass alone. Plus, a guy had to admire a woman who could curse in several languages. And she was beautiful, even without makeup. He’d never seen Tonya without makeup, not even after sweaty sex, but he’d bet she wouldn’t look so good.
La Donna Pazza
wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous like Tonya, but he’d lay odds she didn’t get Botox injections and collagen implants—and didn’t have breasts you were afraid to squeeze for fear they’d pop. Hers looked like one hundred percent natural 36Ds.

He had a real problem with her car, though. The sunflower yellow VW Beetle couldn’t have been girlier if she’d painted it pink. It had a freaking bud vase built into the dashboard. If he did decide to date her, he’d have to get her a new car. He couldn’t date a woman who drove a car he’d be embarrassed to be seen in.