Chapter 24
8:00 p.m.
How can a six-foot-four, huge man seem so vulnerable all of a sudden? Hannah exhaled a soft sigh as Markus paced the TV room, talking on the phone first with his father and then his divorce lawyer, informing her the hearing was set for the next day. And why do I care so damn much about how he feels?
Looking back to Hannah, he caught her staring at him. “Usually when a woman looks at me like that,” he murmured in deliberate provocation, “I consider it an invitation to take whatever I want.”
Hannah stared at him. He was a complex man, with responsibilities she couldn’t begin to fathom. A handsome, powerful, complicated man—but a man, just the same. Made of skin and bone and sinew and heart. There was love in him somewhere, wasted from lack of use and misuse, waiting
