He just stood there, managing to look sexy and clueless all at once. Normally, she’d have been pissed. She found herself struggling to stay in character to appear mad. She actually wanted to run and touch him, make sure she wasn’t dreaming and he was really there. More important, she wanted to feel his lips on hers. His lips on mine? What the hell? Stop. Stranger danger, stupid. Except he wasn’t a stranger to her. Not really. She’d “known” him all her life. Her sketchpad was littered with drawings of him. She saw him when she closed her eyes at night and she’d see him when the times got really hard. His image would come to mind and just make her feel more at ease. She thought she’d invented some sort of guardian angel in her mind. Having him standing before her said otherwise. The man was tall. Pushing six foot three or better. While he had a slender build he was toned, sinewy, like he was a badass without the bulk. His eyes were burned into her memory. Blue-gray. And his lips.
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