“And I didn’t think you would be so . . .” Portia’s gaze darted to his face, and the silver hair at his temples, and his salt-and-pepper scruff, and that full mouth, and suddenly everything she had been trying to ignore about him stuck an arm out and clotheslined her as she tried to run from her attraction to him. Oh no. Way to fucking go, Portia. Tav was staring at her, waiting for her to finish her sentence. “. . . tall,” she finished, unable to think of another descriptor that wouldn’t reveal her for the loser she was. Tav quirked a brow. “Tall. Right.”
