Hawkish brows gave him a dangerous look. His slow smile had broken the spell, softening the cleft in his chin.
At first, she had thought he would kiss her, but he touched her cheek instead to move the long bangs off her face. She had leaned into the caress, ‘Thank you, Tony,’ and watched his broad shoulders swing in an unconscious swagger underneath the jacket when he’d walked down the hall.
Though he wore his wavy black hair short, its wings fluttered in the breeze, like an untamed living thing. The way he had come to her rescue here in this ancient section of Naples, it was easy to imagine him as a handsome Roman soldier. All that was missing was the gleaming chest armor and sword. She could not have fantasized it better, but unfortunately, it had been real.
What would have happened if Tony had not scared the silent man off?
She sighed and drew the sheet around her. If she had a type, she knew what it would be.
When she closed her eyes, his gaze hovered at her lips. She felt his warm breath inches away from hers as she had when he’d backed her against the church wall last night. When his hand had touched her cheek, she’d felt the stroke in her belly.
Lean, strong, and six feet two. Tony was her type. He made her feel beautiful.
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