He is handsome.Like really handsome.
And I gasp—out loud.
Because his eyes?
They are absolutely beautiful.
They’re this pale, mossy green color with a perfect ring of amber circling the perimeter—and I mean, I’ve never seen anything like them.
Warm.
Intense.
And somehow—familiar.
Which is super weird.
I've never seen this man before in my life.
Yet something about him makes me feel…safe.
Which is ridiculous.
I've watched enough true crime to know better.
Still, every time our eyes meet, something deep inside me settles.
Like taking a deep breath after holding it too long.
Strange.
Very strange.
“So anyway,” Brad-or-Chad says, reclaiming my attention, “if we're going to continue seeing each other, I'd probably want you to commit to a healthier lifestyle.”
Excuse me?
I blink.
“I'm sorry?”
“You know.Diet.Exercise.”
He gestures vaguely.
“Some men might not overlook those things.”
Oh.
Oh, hell no.
I smile sweetly.
Dangerously.
“Some women might not overlook your personality.”
He frowns.
