The unknown guy stared at her wound intently, his jaw clenched and his gaze smoldering with a strange kind of intensity. He looked like a mini god standing before her—chiselled jawline, icy eyes that seemed to pierce through time, and golden-brown hair that curled slightly at the tips. He looked sculpted and effortlessly dangerous, the kind of man you’d imagine stepped out of a forbidden fantasy. Jenna stared at him, momentarily forgetting she was in pain—heck, she forgot where she even was. Her mouth hung open just slightly, eyes dragging from the cut of his jaw to the lean muscle under his shirt.
Jenna found herself drooling. Literally drooling over a stranger.
Even though he wasn’t staring at her face, she couldn’t help the sudden flutter of her stomach. It was like the air changed ar
