Her scent could knock him out better than a shotgun. He growls low in his throat when she’s close to him but she doesn’t seem to notice, biting her lip and purposefully averting her gaze from his. She blushes like a schoolgirl. Pretty, young, vibrant. He’d like to feel her fight with her hummingbird pulse under his broad palms. He’d like to lick the tears from her cheeks.
