Adara noticed him the moment he walked into the store. Her one and only customer was kind of impossible to miss. Add a few more inches, and he would have to stoop to get through the door.
For all his size, he was a fit man. Snug jeans molded to corded thighs, and his broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his T-shirt. Aviator glasses hid his eyes, but she could still see his face. Like the rest of him, it exuded power and ruggedness with a square, bristled jaw - the kind that hadn't seen a razor in at least a few days - and a strong nose.
Utterly masculine. Larger than life. He scared the heck out of her.
Why? He's just a customer.
The reminder didn't stop the quaver in her hands. She tried to busy herself so as not to pay attention, yet she couldn't help but sneak peeks.
He caught
