She would never walk the runway in Paris but, at the same time, held her own in the physical looks department. Her sandy blonde ponytail hung just past her shoulder blades, making her hair a few inches longer than his own. Large brown eyes enhanced a rounded face, long eyelashes framing sparkling eyes. Funny, he'd never paid much attention to eyelashes before.Her green scrubs hinted at an athletic, toned body, the short-sleeved top revealed tanned skin and sculpted muscles. Most women carried a softer build. Outside of athletes, few ladies sported defined arms and shoulders signaling familiarity with physical activity. The crown of her head would brush his chin, making her close to average height for a woman.True to her word, she kept his mother upright and on track. Only once did her hand tighten severely on the belt, the muscles in her arm standing out as she lifted. The subtle movement would have been missed by most others, even him, if he wasn't watching their every step with practiced eyes.
