Chapter 14

As I nudged the handles into my palms so my fingers wouldn't have to touch anything, I kicked open the double doors just as the hallway door opened. Another man stood there, charging the entire dining room with a sweep of his gaze. When he pinned me under it, I froze. One blue eye held mine. His other one was several shades lighter, like wispy clouds laced over the sky. Above it, a deep scar cut down his eyebrow and his cheek to his jaw.

"Smells good in here," he said and sauntered to a chair close to me in cowboy boots that clipped the metal flooring. Frayed jeans dragged stray threads behind him. He scraped the wooden legs of the chair backward, and when he turned, my gaze instinctively travelled upward to a backside I'd already committed to the man candy section of my memory.