ELARA
He was still rambling when the stranger finally spoke. “Careful, Shawn Lindays. Don’t talk to my woman like that in front of me.”
I raised a brow, though the smile remained fixed on my face as I perused the stranger once again. He had decided to play the game with me without questions or hesitation.
Up close, he was a devastating sight. He was dressed entirely in black—a charcoal silk shirt unbuttoned at the collar to reveal a hint of a strong neck, paired with tailored trousers that hugged long, powerful legs.
He was strikingly handsome, with features that seemed carved from cold marble. His face was all sharp angles and defined shadows; a jawline so crisp it looked like it could cut glass, and high, prominent cheekbones that gave him a predatory air.
His nose was straight and
