The door shut with a heavy thud, and Marisol turned to face Ty and Cinco where they stood just inside.
Cinco, she'd never officially met him, was gazing at her with curiosity mixed with a bit of admiration and confusion. Ty...well Ty looked like he wanted to get her alone and grill her until she spilled her guts about everything. His bright blue, mind blowing, breath-stealing eyes had some kind of hold over her. She wanted to avoid eye contact, but how did one ignore the very thing in the room that deserved actual attention. Hell, his eyes were weapons of mass seduction, and, hopefully, he was clueless at how to wield them effectively. It wasn't just his eyes. His inquisitive, burning expression, his hard jaw, his firm, kissable lips, and his straight, masculine nose were all pieces of a face no man on earth should've been allowed to own.
She cursed silently, damning herself for even thinking along those lines. Attraction was a distraction.