Shock came first, widening the gray eyes that should have been brown, causing his strong, square jaw to drop slightly, and she knew she had taken him completely by surprise. Gradually an eye-narrowing suspicion replaced the shock, then a quickly disguised anger.He obviously thought she was trying to put something over on him. Apparently he didn't know how intimidating his size and stern features were. Definitely not a man to toy with.Earlier, through the smoke-stained glass barrier, she had watched him working, and everything about him—his strong, compelling face, the neat, blue shirt covering but not concealing powerful shoulders, even the firm way he held his pen— pointed to the fact that this was a man who led a structured life. A place for everything and everything in its place. And, as if that weren't enough, the sensuality she had seen in firmly molded lips, sensed in his movements, caused a strange turbulence in her stomach, pushing her farther away from a decision to speak to him.Then she had noticed his hair.
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