His body was lithe, leanly muscled, and delightfully warm. Besides the sexy, untamed hair, the man had sharp, intelligent eyes that looked like they missed nothing, high, rounded cheekbones, a scruffy jaw, and plush, pink lips, like a master sculptor had perfectly softened all his other features to balance the intensity of his eyes. He turned to give me a quick, startled smile, and I realized belatedly that while he’d been staring at the wall, I’d been staring at him. “I can’t tell if it’s horrible, or wonderful, or both.” Yeah, it’s quite a theme, isn’t it?” I said. He motioned toward the pictures on the hallway wall-a collection of bovine-inspired artwork my mother had begun before I was born-and shook his head wordlessly. He straightened his black T-shirt and brushed an unruly mop of wavy, brown-gold hair away from his magnetic blue eyes. I was, ah… distracted.”Īnd if I hadn’t been before, I certainly was once I got a look at him. “Oh my God!” I said, grabbing the person-a man, definitely a man, though much less bulky than me-by the shoulders. I slunk down the hall like I was a kid again, afraid of being caught, and I snuck glances at the backyard out the window to make sure my mother and Ava weren’t coming… which was how I nearly ran into a person standing in the hall by the kitchen.
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