“I need to see Dallas, please, if he’s available.”
Cordelia glanced up from the flashcard pictures that Jack had given her to practice identifying emotion. She blinked in surprise at the man standing in front of her, and got to her feet almost as a defensive instinct. No way she could keep letting him tower over her like that.
In front of her loomed the most gigantic man that she’d ever seen. She was no stranger to big men, of course, since the personal security and bodyguard fields crawled with the guys. Dallas was huge, so were Mark and Griff. And Hunter was tall and solid muscle – she knew this from being pressed under his body one night in the car as they had observed Michael Ferguson. But this guy? Holy Lord. He was even bigger than Dallas and that was sure as hell saying something.
