Nina rubbed her forehead where she had just collided with the very solid… thing in front of her.
"Ow…"
She blinked, still half-drowsy, her vision swimming with sleep.
Then slowly lifted her head.
Her mouth fell open.
For a moment she genuinely wondered, had she wandered into some bizarre dream? The kind where logic dissolved and reality bent at impossible angles?
Did an angel just descend into my apartment?
Because the "wall" she had just walked into most definitely was not a wall.
It was a man. And not just any man. Standing directly in front of her was Lucas Grant.
Except, he was shirtless.
Nina's brain promptly stopped functioning. Every coherent thought scattered like startled birds, leaving behind only a stunned, humming blankness.
Her eyes moved… entirely against her will, downward.
Broad shoulders that seemed to fill her entire field of vision. Defined arms that suggested hours spent doing… whatever it was that created arms like that.
