He was like this giant jungle feline, all tawny and sleek and powerful, intent on his prey and knowing exactly how to go about ensnaring it. And Lord but she was willing to be the big cat’s supper. But then he’d do something so disconcertingly tender, so… for lack of a better word, romantic, that he quite literally took her breath away. And perhaps a piece of her heart along with it.She couldn’t reconcile him, couldn’t neatly label or categorize him. He was both self-assured and a bit gawky. A highly intellectual man, definitely a physical one… and just out of step enough with civilized society to be awkwardly endearing. He could be incredibly genuine and open one moment, then unreadable and downright inscrutable the next. All of which combined to make him absolutely enthralling to her.At least, that was her rudimentary attempt at an analysis. It didn’t take into account the intangibles. Like the way he said things that should have been laughably ridiculous, things intimating there was some connection between them that surpassed the physical plane.
