While David kept the conversation rolling, Rachel focused on committing the night to memory. Her first task was to go over the details of David’s body one more time, though she knew it almost as well as she knew her own. His dark brown eyes that looked like rich honey in the candlelight. His infectious smile that only faded with the most extreme provocation. The high planes of his face that pointed to his Italian ancestors. The graceful length of his fingers—fingers that could do anything from draw a rose to clean and reassemble a gun in under thirty seconds. The details of David’s body were even sharper when placed against the reality of the man she had fallen in love with.
Ian had a shy smile when he was around other people. It flitted across his face like a skittish bird, and then went
