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I’d only ever seen men like him on the front of my romance book covers.
After the sweep, the agent gave him the all-clear, and then The Dark Witcher headed my way.
“That was nice,” he grumbled darkly, looking relieved and irritated all at once.
The man obviously had zero problem showing his emotions.
“Military?” I asked him, guessing the reason he was able to come through the line.
I surreptitiously watched as he got dressed, shoving his massive feet into brown work boots that looked like they’d been worn a thousand times before.
“Marine,” he answered gruffly. “I’m in the reserves.”
Swoon.
“Oh, that’s cool,” I said a little bit too jubilantly. “I have three brothers who were in the Marines. Two in the Navy, and two in the Air Force. I have one sister who’s currently in the Air Force right now.”
Why did I just give him my entire life story?
“That’s a lot of family,” he mused. “I have six sisters, and thought that was a lot.”
Six sisters. I didn’t know which was worse. Seven brothers was pretty tough, though.
“I have you beat by two,” I agreed as he finally finished sliding his belt through his pants, which inevitably gave me a better view of his abs because he was holding his shirt up with his chin.
The shirt dropped, and the angels wept.
Literally.
A big boom of thunder hit the building, and then the lights flickered.
“Was it supposed to rain?” I wondered aloud.
“Didn’t look at the weather, and usually don’t,” he admitted.
I did, but only because the weather dictated whether or not I could do my job.
It got to be a habit even when I was off. However, today I hadn’t done that.
We walked in companionable silence to the gate, and it wasn’t the type of silence that was awkward or stiff. This was a comfortable silence only those who are quiet people could find peace in.
When we got there, he went to the gate agent, and I went to the very corner of the room, away from everyone and everything, and holed up in one of three chairs tucked away in the alcove.
I didn’t bother to hide how I was watching the man at the gate.
I just allowed myself to gorge on him.
Jesus, even his clothes were sexy.
He had on jeans that looked like they’d been whitewashed, but you could tell the distressed nature of the fabric wasn’t due to buying them at the store that way. His brown work boots would attest to that fact. The charcoal gray Henley he had on was molded to his chest, back, and arms perfectly, letting me know I wasn’t wrong earlier in my assumption that he worked out a lot.
Or did manual work.
I wondered if he was in construction or something…
CHAPTER 3
I’m sick of following my dreams. I want to ask where they’re going and hook up with them at a later date.
