Levi tried not to stare at Hayley as she ordered a glass of pinot grigio, then set down her menu. It was difficult, though; Brandon McAllister had somehow neglected to mention that his sister just happened to be a goddess.
Her long hair spilled over her shoulders and down to her waist like a veritable river of gold. Her eyes were…not the bright blue of a summer sky, but the cool, serene blue of a mountain lake. And her mouth was full and yet delicately shaped, quick to smile or purse itself in thought.
If asked, he probably would have automatically replied that Zoe Sandoval was his ideal woman. After all, she was the one who had brought him here, the only female in his universe…at first. But she belonged to another, and although giving her up had hurt him more than he’d thought he could
