Ivy looked back at Cole. He stood at least a foot taller than her, with a chiseled nose and jaw, full lips, thick eyebrows, and deep blue eyes. His athletic, broad-shouldered frame filled out his jumpsuit appealingly. He was attractive—more than attractive, he was gorgeous. But she felt nothing toward him, not even an inkling of desire. Am I truly in love with Ketahn? What else could it be? There was a sexy man of her own species standing in front of her and she felt nothing. Nothing. Guess I prefer my males with multiple sets of limbs and eyes.
