Vivid raised her eyes to his face. Kate Pierce had not erred in that description, either. He had a smooth, shaven face, which appeared to have been chiseled from dark marble. The nose was prominent, the jaw strong. He wore a weather-beaten hat atop his head, and a pair of oval wire-framed spectacles in front of a set of arresting, smoky-black eyes. The spectacles were necessary, she decided. Without them to deflect the masculine beauty of his face, women would undoubtedly swoon in his wake.
