Sterling’s grin sharpened. “Interesting answer,” he murmured as his eyes held mine.
The way he was looking at me…it wasn’t just a casual once-over. Or like he was checking to see if I’d hit my head too hard. He was absolutely undressing me with his eyes.
The concussion must’ve rattled a few essential settings, because I finally allowed my own gaze to drift from his scorching face…down to the body that went with it.
Wow.
The flannel stretched across broad shoulders and a chest that would immediately go viral on social media and probably had its own cult following. His arms were thick with muscle and lightly veined, arms that could throw you over a shoulder or press you against a wall without breaking a sweat.
Not that I had experience with either of those things. But a woman could imag
