Soft, smoky green eyes that could suddenly flash like emerald fire, eyes that spoke to a man in a silent language all their own. Cat’s eyes, thought Hazard, recalling how the outside corners tipped upward ever so slightly. He hadn’t noticed that when she first stopped him in his tracks outside th...
It was easier to think clearly now that they weren’t hurtling through traffic, with her in fear for her life every second. Also, as much as it galled her to admit that Connor was right about anything, she did feel safer and marginally more comfortable riding behind him than she had sprawled acros...