Chapter 4

Joselyn could not believe that man. He was the tallest man she’d ever seen with shoulders larger than the doorway and an ego about twice the size.

Just because his eyes were the color of emeralds with hints of red around the rims and pupils, and dominated his gorgeous, angular face, didn’t mean a damn thing. Forget his hair while you’re at it, she told herself. Joselyn had a weakness for nice hair. His was thick and dark as espresso beans. It hung down to his chin in softly mussed waves. She was shocked at the flash of jealousy that shot through her as she imagined some woman running her fingers through it to get it that way.