She began to type again:
He stood only inches from her in that hidden back room in her father’s cabin. Though it was mid-winter, the pure snow visible outside through the small window, the room suddenly seemed very warm. He stepped forward, unflinching, closing the remaining space between them. His eyes were ice-blue, to perfectly faceted gems set in his handsome face. He slowly raised a hand to her soft, oval face and gently traced his fingers over the line of her jaw, brushing a curl of shining, ebony hair from her lips in the process. She met his icy eyes unfalteringly with her own, a fiery red-brown color. She tried to speak, but found that, though her lips could form the shapes, her throat could not produce the necessary sound. But he spoke the words that her mind was so desperately screaming instead, “I love you.”
“I’m flattered,” said a smooth voice from right beside her.
Hadley started and nearly fell out of her chair. She looked over to see Tallis sitting on the edge of her desk looking at her with amusement. She closed her computer quickly.
“I’ve told you not to read over my shoulder while I’m writing,” Hadley said, embarrassed.
He ignored her protest. “You think my eyes are like perfectly faceted gems?”
“It’s poetic license,” she grumbled.
He flashed a dazzling smile. “So who’s the romantic interest this time?”
She leaned back in her chair a little, recovering her composure. “Her name is Adara. I think you’ll like her.”
Tallis always tried to coax a sneak preview of whatever Hadley’s latest adventures for him would be.
“And?” He edged closer. “You’re a writer, give me some descriptions.”
Haley found him very hard to say no to. He was, quite literally, the man of her dreams. Or at least her imagination.