Chapter Three
How did he … Where did he … Oh my god, he knows! Eden couldn’t peel her eyes from him as mortification punched through every cell in her body.
He looked so different. Well, he wasn’t n***d for one thing, but there was no sign of the man who seemed as though the devil chased his soul that had swum in near freezing water.
Here was a man who spoke as tough as he appeared. There was a hardness to him that cloaked the weariness she’d seen. He wore motorbike boots, well-worn jeans that hugged solid thighs and a black bikie jacket with an upturned collar that framed his neck. A skin-tight white T-shirt beneath his jacket highlighted the hard planes of his broad chest.
But it wasn’t just the clothes, it was his demeanour. He was self-assured in the way he stood, confident, as tho
