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“Secret admirer?”
That voice is dark smoke, and the man is to die for, which is weird because big men don’t usually entice me. They remind me too much of my life back in Cali. The men that have been part of my life since I remember.
Watching. Following. Protecting.
Even when I don’t want to be protected.
And now . . .
This Nicolo, he makes my heart beat hard and fast.
My breath catches and I can’t seem to fill my lungs with the air that’s much needed.
With just one look at him, my stomach starts doing flips.
That dark hair and shadow of a beard is enticing, but I’ve got to admit there’s more to him. Those eyes, remind me of a tiger—golden, hungry, predatory, and hot. There’s heat that melts within those illuminating eyes, like dark, tawny melted gold. And his jaw is strong, mouth wide.
He has about a million muscles and I’d probably be drooling if that card hadn’t arrived.
Shit.
I don’t know who it’s from, and I don’t want to think about it.
The ‘thinking of you’ is creepy enough. But the other side of it just says good luck in Dallas inside. Not who it’s from or anything.
It could be from my family. I wouldn’t put it past Dad to try and manipulate me into coming home or letting me know he’s watching. It’s something he would do for sure.
Except . . . Dad’s never sending me high-end lingerie like I got the other day. No, this isn’t from him. I shudder at not knowing and look at the man in front of me.
Thinking of this man is so much better.
“No.”
“Boyfriend?” There’s a hardness beneath the tease in his voice, and it prickles against my skin.
There’s something thrilling about him, and when he touched my hand . . . I swear the sparks in my blood flare back into life as I think about it. His hand took mine, and I seriously forgot how to breathe as those fireworks went off inside.
“No boyfriend,” I say, shaking my head slightly.
Those men he intimidated are now quiet and the damp clutch of the one he spoke to no longer lingers. The words he said vanish, all thanks to my knight.
Knight? What’s wrong with me?
I’m swooning over a man I’ve only just met while a creepy card sits in front of me.
Well, not in front of me as he’s turning it over, no real expression on his face, but there’s concern, it stings the air.
“You kinda looked like this is a big deal, is all,” he says in that smoke voice. “Problem?”
I bite my lip and half-shrug.
“My dad’s a little . . . protective.”
His brows shoot up. “Your father sent this to you?”
“I . . .” I eye it doubtfully. “No idea. He’s also controlling and back in California.”
