I wanted to put a chink in that ice he wore like armor. Stepping closer, I ran a finger across his jawline, my voice soft. “You have such a handsome face. Does it get you everything you want?” “Almost.” There was something so significant about that single word it put a hitch in my breath. I let my finger fall from his face with a light scrape of my stiletto-shaped nail. “One look from you, and women swoon at your feet.” He was growing annoyed with me. “Yet here you stand.” I laughed lightly. “I have no interest in men, even ones as handsome as you.” “Because you’re married?”
