Trey watched as Danielle and Chip climbed the stairs. He moved his jaw from side to side to relieve the ache that was building there. Damn, the woman could pack a punch, he thought without a single trace of humor.
No one could ever accuse Trey that he had been someone who took too much care of his appearance. For starters, he naturally looked good. Therefore, things like the style of his hair or the smooth cleanness of his skin had never really been a priority to him. He knew he kept himself clean and dressed well, and that was enough. But for the first time in his life, as he moved his jaw tentatively and could still taste the blood in his mouth, he wondered if Danielle Marvick had actually managed to knock a tooth loose and destroy his good looks.
Quite a funny thing to worry about con
