Page 250 of Micah
He smiles.
“You're breathing again.”
“I forgot to before.”
“I noticed.”
Of course he did.
He notices everything.
A few minutes later he's mounted beside me.
He looks...
Good Lord.
If romance novel covers were real people, they'd look like Micah on horseback.
Sunlight catches the dark strands of his hair. His beard is a little longer than when we met. His faded jeans hug long, powerful legs.
And those blue eyes…
Sweet baby Jesus.
They're impossibly bright beneath the brim of his hat.
He's so handsome it’s startling. The man is brimming with masculine beauty and right then, I realize I am one lucky woman.
He catches me staring.
“What?”
I shake my head quickly.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.”
“I was just thinking.”
“Dangerous. Seriously, though, what is it?”
I laugh.
“I was thinking you look ridiculously handsome on a horse.”
His ears turn pink.
Micah Fiero.
Blushing.
Well, that's unexpectedly adorable.
“You've got a pretty smile,” I tell him. “I like seeing it.”
“I guess I didn’t do that much, but I’m starting to smile a lot more these days.”
