Chapter 6

“Looks like we have company, Mama.” Though his statement was clearly directed at the woman, his gaze never left Sullivan. He was young, though Sullivan suspected older than him, and while he was the same height as the woman, he lacked the same thick solidity. His shoulders might have been broad, but his hips were slim, his hands long and almost elegant at his sides. He had the deepest brown eyes Sullivan had ever seen, too, dark enough to be black, with a hint of a slant at their corners. High cheekbones and a wide, full mouth gave him an air of exotic sensuality that his burnished coppery skin only added to. A jolt of familiarity shot through Sullivan’s gut, but as soon as he tried to grab onto the memory, it ran away. When he chased after it, his left eye started to throb, so he let it go, unable to concentrate. Regardless of the impression, though, he knew in his heart he’d never seen this man before. There was no way he would ever forget that face.