the mirror. Not sure I believe the reflection I saw was real.”
He reached up and stroked her cheek, though he knew better than to let this go too far in public. There was something fragile … almost broken … about Macy and he couldn’t let it go. No matter that she’d broken his heart in the past, he saw that she was a different woman now. “Let me tell you what I see.”
She nodded and held her breath, her pretty white teeth biting her lower lip as he stared at her face. And he wondered how bad her scars had been before the plastic surgery. He’d never met anyone who’d been in a life-threatening accident before.
He traced the high line of her cheekbone over her smooth alabaster skin. Her eyebrows were dark blond. “I see skin like the palest marble, so pretty and smooth.”
He moved his finger over her lips. They were full and plump, utterly kissable, and he longed to taste her again. “I see a mouth so pink and delectable it’s all I can do to resist kissing you.”
He rubbed his finger over the line of her jaw. “This strong jaw tells me that you still haven’t lost the stubbornness that’s always been a part of you.”
She gave him a little half smile. He ran his finger over the arch of her eyebrows—first one then the other. “These pretty green eyes watch me with a combination of weariness and curiosity. I don’t want to disappoint you.”
She captured his hand and held it to her cheek. “Thank you, Chris.”
He knew whatever else happened between the two of them that he wasn’t leaving Royal until Macy was the beautiful flirt she used to be. Confident of herself and her ability to attract every man in the area—especially him.
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