28 мая 2018 г., 00:02
“Sir, you can’t be in here. This woman is very ill. She doesn’t need to be disturbed. And your outfit is in very bad taste, if you ask me.”
He straightened and looked over his shoulder. Smoky eyes circled with chrome glittered beneath straight, dark brows. “You can see me?” His voice slipped across her skin like a warm breath.
Her hands relaxed. Wow...those eyes...had to be contacts. A sweeping calm settled around her like a warm blanket. She blinked, shook her head, refocused.
“The seven-foot wings make you hard to miss.”
