Conall held the door open, bouncing dark eyebrows on his brow. I glanced inside of the dark, close room, then back to the hall behind him. His nearness made my mouth water. The scent of pipe smoke and flesh engulfed him, like he'd spent hours in a bawdy house. I stepped in front of him, and the hair on the back of my neck rose in understanding. He was a predator. I didn't mind.
