Chapter Twelve
Jed
“That doesn’t seem right,” I said, watching the flush of color run over her.
Serena had never struck me as the shy type, but it was obvious that she wasn’t used to parting with her work. That it meant more to her than a sale, and I could totally relate to that.
I stared at her a little longer than was probably socially acceptable, but, damn, the woman was always unrealistically gorgeous, and the way she looked now, vulnerable and unsure, made her look almost otherworldly.
She was breathtaking.
Serena averted her eyes and took another drink of her tea, and I hoped I hadn’t made her uncomfortable. I could only image the way guys threw themselves at her wherever she went, or more likely, just stared because they were too intimidated by her beauty to actually approach.
