If Damaris had been asked to talk about the man called Zuri, she would have said—
He was a man of few words.
He would rather be alone indoors all day than be out among people.
Zuri was a man who rarely smiled, his face was always hardened, as though he were forever fighting a battle.
He could be frightening too. He had those moments when his eyes seemed to turn predatory—lurking, stalking…
And he was a very rude man. Arrogant, proud. Utterly insufferable.
That would have been her description of the gardener named Zuri.
So… who was this man?
This one talked endlessly…
He was at every gathering she attended—and though he did not smile so often for others, the moment his eyes met hers, she was certain a smile would follow.
Where was the man who had once made her run through the forest like she was being chased by a mountain tiger?
Those eyes—though still predatory—now sent a different kind of shiver down her spine.
