I was right in the beginning of the aisle, so I had a good view of the counter by the door when a man appeared from a back office. I kinda froze, aside from a gulp that tightened my throat. Don’t swallow your tongue. The man was flipping through the pages of a thick book, and he was fucking gorgeous. In some rugged, strange way. I wasn’t sure. Did I find him beautiful? Maybe that was the wrong word. My mouth ran dry. He looks like how a sucker punch feels.
