NORA

His eyes. They were the first thing I noticed about him the night we met.

That warm honey-amber color wasn’t something you saw every day. It caught my attention before anything else—before the way he spoke, and definitely before the way he looked at me like I wasn’t just another face that worked in a bar. It was a look that had stirred something in me that hadn't been woken up in a long time.

I swallowed, opening my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. What was I even supposed to say to something like that? Most men in his position expected you to fit into their schedule....