The shade of midnight blue was so dark it was almost black, giving him an even sharper, more imposing air.
Elliot Sheridan was a natural-born leader.
Capable and successful, he was feared by nearly everyone in Portmire. They all treated him with the utmost respect whenever they saw him.
The moment this aloof, unattainable man appeared, he instantly captured the attention of everyone in the room.
As the man across the room swept a cold, sharp gaze in her direction, Georgia Thorne's heart immediately began to pound shamefully fast.
Amanda Thorne was standing with Georgia Thorne, and she thought Elliot Sheridan's gaze was meant for her.
Overjoyed, she started toward him. Just as she was about to call his name, the second syllable still caught in her throat, Elliot Sheridan's icy gaze swept over her.
A cold shiver ran through Amanda Thorne, the chill creeping up from the soles of her feet.
