“You must be John Dornbrook,” the vision before me said, and all I could do was nod. He smiled and stepped back. I shuffled by him, uncomfortably aware of my old T-shirt, worn jeans and disheveled hair. I’d been running my hands through it all day and hadn’t bothered to comb it. Oh, and I hadn’t shaved, either.
“I’m Hollis, as I’m sure you’ve heard from Gran.” His grin showed slightly crooked teeth that made him seem approachable, and took nothing away from his beauty.
His light brown, slightly up-tilted eyes were so full of life, I felt like a staid lump of coal by comparison. His skin was a caramel-like color and I wanted to touch it. Raven hair that fell just past his shoulders in waves swayed as he moved ahead of me toward the kitchen.
“That you, John?” I heard Mrs. Lombard call out
