The weight of his stare held a lot of impact, though. It bummed her out that she couldn’t study him as intently as he seemed to be doing to her while she led him and his friends to her store. It had been a long time since she’d been singed by the spark of attraction like the one he’d ignited when he’d stepped into her stall at the market. And it had been effortless on his part. The man hadn’t spoken a single word to her. His impressively cut body and that self-depreciating smirk he’d flashed when he’d nearly trampled her display had been enough to do the trick. Her carefully practiced cool reserve had gone up in flames like deadwood smothered in lava. Hopefully he couldn’t tell how attracted she was to him on sight. The easy friendship he shared with his almost-as-sexy companions, along with his unusual accent, had sealed the deal. She may not even have officially met the guy yet, but she already wished she could have bumped into him under different circumstances.
What do You think about Going Hard: Divemasters, Book 3?
