Chapter 86

Clint finished fixing the drinks and leaned on the bar to watch Sophia. She looked just as good going away as she did coming toward him. Maybe five four he figured, with that mass of hair nearly as dark as his own. Not skinny but with curves that even her jacket and sweater didn't quite disguise. Sexy, in a well tuned package. An earthiness that radiated from beneath the very utilitarian clothing.

And those eyes! Jesus! Like molten emeralds. They could pierce directly to a man's soul.

He was glad he was standing behind the bar and was wearing heavy jeans. Otherwise everyone in the place would see his sudden erection poking to get loose. He worked hard to keep his overactive libido under control, a byproduct of his genetic structure. Most of the time it worked.