She’d guessed he was a soldier when Harly had told her he was a friend of Alex’s without actually saying where from, but she’d known for certain as soon as she’d seen him on the street, there was no missing the way he walked - confident, alert, nothing missing his attention. It was there in his bearing, the straight back, the quiet intensity, the way he studied people. The way he marched without realising it. Hot. Totally hot. Not because he was military, but because Nick was hot. How could a man just stand there and seem to fill the kitchen all at once with his presence alone? He smelled great, too, soap and all male. Tall - the top of her head barely grazed his shoulder - muscular, strong, handsome. Yummy. Nothing like a bit of eye candy to ease the senses. Or put them into over-drive. He didn’t let her hand go, however, not even when she gave it a little tug. “We didn’t get properly introduced.”
