Of all the places he'd been in the world, and he'd been to many, nothing compared with watching Melodie's face as the sun set over the lake. Her hair, a blanket of silk resting above her shoulders, now framed her face in wild, sexy disarray from the ride over. Her countenance registered pure blis...
He had an uncanny way of slipping through the hairline fractures in her façade and forcing her to look in a mirror to see her real self. She both liked and hated that about him. The moon, not quite full but enough to provide picturesque ambience, lent a romantic air to her attempt at a relaxing w...