The deep voice startled her. Honey looked up to see a tall man in an elegant black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He wore a perfectly tailored charcoal suit with no tie, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone to reveal a glimpse of tanned skin.
"Is it that obvious?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
He smiled, a flash of straight white teeth that contrasted with his dark mask. "You have that look of someone taking mental notes rather than simply experiencing it."
Something about his presence commanded attention, the way he stood, the smoky timbre of his voice. Honey felt a pull toward him that was both unsettling and exciting.
"May I?" He gestured to the empty space beside her on the chaise.
She hesitated only briefly. "Yes."
He sat with
