Oh God, here he comes now. Okay, he actually greeted me. Now I need to say something... anything. Run down my internal checklist-Step One: wipe drool from mouth; I wiped my mouth; check. Step Two: open mouth and speak; say something... come on, anything... nope, I got nothing. Step Three: refer to Step One and repeat. Sigh. This gorgeous man now thinks I'm a moron. Of course, I know that my secret-okay, not so secret-crush, Reese Willoughby, could...