“We’re closed—,” Her next words died in her throat, and she gasped, her eyes rounding when she saw her guest and recognised him instantly. The man on her doorstep towered over her, his muscled frame blocking out the moonlight that gleamed against his broad back. His wild blond hair curled against his shoulders, while his full, sensual lips lifted into a heart-stopping smile. It had been eight years since she’d seen him last, and there were visible changes, but one thing would never change, she was sure, and that was his piercing sapphire eyes that were so intense she swore they could burn a hole straight to her soul. Another thing she sure would never change, no matter how much time passed, was the devastating effect his probing stare always seemed to have on her body. She shivered at the wave of heat that suddenly coursed through her. “What are you doing here?” she asked shakily, finally finding her voice. He pushed past her, and she bit her lip to keep from letting out a low moan when his hard, muscled body brushed against hers.
