บท 11: Chapter 10

Adara noticed him the moment he walked into the store. Her one and only customer was kind of impossible to miss. Add a few more inches, and he would have to stoop to get through the door.

For all his size, he was a fit man. Snug jeans molded to corded thighs, and his broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his T-shirt. Aviator glasses hid his eyes, but she could still see his face. Like the rest of him, it exuded power and ruggedness with a square, bristled jaw - the kind that hadn't seen a razor in at least a few days - and a strong nose.

Utterly masculine. Larger than life. He scared the heck out of her.

Why? He's just a customer.

The reminder didn't stop the quaver in her hands. She tried to busy herself so as not to pay attention, yet she couldn't help but sneak peeks.

He caught her, his head swiveling in her direction, surely staring at her behind those mirrored lenses.