He was tall with golden-brown hair that brushed shoulders encased in a form-fitting, black tunic. I tipped my head back. He was really tall. His burnt-sienna vine pattern traveled along both sides of his jaw, thinning out at the temple and thickening once more along the hairline with a finger-width gap at the chin and forehead. There was a distinctly…feline quality to his high, angular cheekbones and eyes that curved slightly upward at the outer corners. And I was staring. Possibly even open-mouthed. And I loved Casteel. I lusted after my husband. Often. All the time, to be quite honest.
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