CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dakota nearly fell as she tried to navigate her position. Thankfully, she managed to retain her grip. The man emerging at the exit to the alley kept the weapon pointed as he drew nearer. He stepped forward, the streetlights illuminating his face.
A very handsome man. A strange thing to notice with a g*n pointed at her, but this was testament to just how good looking the person was.
He had puppy dog eyes, long eyelashes, and a sculpted jawline—not too sharp, which might have made him look like a Neanderthal, and not too underdeveloped. He had faint stubble, a nose like Henry Cavill, and cheekbones that belonged in an autumn catalog.
The handsome man, though, was scowling at her.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
Dakota said, carefully, "Listen closely, my name is Dakota Ste
