I hadn’t remembered him correctly. Somehow, in my mind, I had made him out to be smaller. Maybe because it seemed impossible for a human being to be that humongous. But Daniel Garrett was.
Even as I craned my neck, I barely managed to take in all of him. Those steely gray eyes locked onto mine, unwavering and intense. His dark hair was neatly trimmed, matching the sharp angles of his eyebrows. His jawline was something out of a Renaissance sculpture—chiseled, defined, almost unnaturally square. Everything about him seemed deliberate, except for the state he was currently in.
His button-up shirt was only halfway buttoned, and crooked at that, as if it had been thrown on in a hurry. One side was tucked haphazardly into his pants while the other hung loose, only emphasizing his broad chest.
