Steve King stood in the hallway outside Skye’s apartment. His gaze freely roamed her face, and Skye could feel the color surface; she always felt uncomfortable when people stared at her so closely. They had left Sally and her husband, Andy, following dinner. It was clear Steve expected her to invite him in for coffee, but Skye hesitated pointedly. “Thank you. I had a nice time, too.” Despite the fact her thoughts had been with Jordan the entire evening, still they had managed to enjoy each other’s company. Contrary to what Skye had expected, Steve was tall and good looking in a homey, down-to-earth manner. His mustache was an umbrella over a droll smile. He displayed an inherent sensitivity Skye found lacking in other men; his smile was warm and genuine, his laugh easy. She might even have considered seeing him again if it hadn’t been for Jordan. “There’s someone else, isn’t there?” He returned her keys to her open palm after unlocking her door. Skye’s blue eyes widened.
