The man was a god, but not the arrogant, sophisticated kind from legends. He was something fiercer, something primal, like the god of the wild west. No mere mortal could possess a body like that. A model with a good spray tan might have the same complexion, but his skin would never glow from inside. A bodybuilder might have thicker biceps or a stacked six-pack, but he’d never have the functional strength to buck hay hour after hour without rest. And those eyes…Lane had never seen eyes that color outside a pair of contacts.
