บท 49: Chapter 49

Now that she was here, now that he had touched her again, she suddenly wasn't sure that this was such a good idea. He was older, and the maturity looked good on him. The lines around his eyes were deeper, probably from squinting into the sun, and his face had a leaner, harder look. His hair was the same streaky blonde, just a little longer now, curling at his collar. And his eyes were the same melted chocolate color, deep pools that it would be so easy to get lost in. She had to admit he looked way too appealing in his red silk sport shirt and his dark brown slacks.

Holy god, he was still Mr. Hot Stuff. And more.

But worse than that, the same sizzle of electricity that had seared them that night in New Orleans apparently hadn't diminished over time. Electricity that could burn her again if she let it.