Although he appeared relaxed, his eyes were watchful, and the streetlamps lit an expression that was intent and never wavering from her face. She suppressed the urge to glance behind her for the woman he was truly devouring with his eyes. Was this whole scary situation worth it so she could experience that look? So she could have the knowledge of what it was like to have a man like that look at her as if she were the only woman in the world?
