Carrie turned, and found a man standing by her side in a suit that would have fitted him in that debonair, magazine cover sort of way if he wasn’t built like a brick wall. Carrie unconsciously took a slight step back just to fit the guy into her frame of view. He had to be a good two feet taller than her, though that wasn’t saying much. Carrie was short; most men towered over her.
Big men had never bothered Carrie before. She’d spent a good chunk of her life around both Elder Mason and Ryan, both of whom were big men, and Carrie had always found that big men tended to be a little soft on the inside for all their looming gruff. This man, however, didn’t look like there was anything soft to him. In fact, there was a sharpness to his face that was almost unnatural. You know how some of those
