Karen slipped inside first, her calm presence parting the air. Then she stepped aside, and I saw her.
My breath snagged. Time wobbled.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. No contest. Wavy chestnut hair that fell in loose tendrils around her shoulders. Olive-green eyes—sharp, curious, and a little wary. A small, perfectly shaped nose and lips so full they looked sculpted, soft as petals. I caught myself thinking how those lips would feel pressed against mine, how warm—
I jerked my head back, blinking.
A faint breeze—or was it real?—carried a scent of peaches and orange blossoms, so light and soothing it made my chest loosen. I hadn’t breathed deeply in minutes, but the air around her was like medicine.
Midnight snarled softly in my mind. Not a growl—curiosity. He was right
