Pepper. The glass was dripping sweat. He quickly apologized, grabbed a towel and wiped it for her. His hands were dark and rough—the strong, banged-up hands of a man who worked hard for a living and then came inside and scrubbed raw to get clean, making his hands drier and rougher still. He braced himself against the counter, looked at her and said, “Look, Miss D’Angelo, there’s some things we have to get straight.” She piped up, saying, “I’m not what you expected, am I, Mr. Starr?” That gave him a start, causing his blue eyes to widen for an instant. And then he breathed deeply. “No, ma’am, you’re not quite what I expected.” His eyes rested on hers; then they skittered down her body. Quickly, before he realized what he was doing, and shyly, too. Ruby Dee felt something touch her as he did that, something of surprise and pleasure. He wiped his hand on the taut thigh of his jeans. She noticed his eyes had taken on more of a blue color from his shirt. He was a quietly handsome man, probably too quiet, too plain to turn a woman’s head, until a woman caught sight of his eyes.
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