KATHERINE
Xander yanked the door open—and the mere sight of him hit me with a strange, sudden jolt that left me momentarily breathless.
It immediately renewed my long-standing, utterly baffled confusion as to how it was statistically possible that he was not only still unmated, but completely single. Seriously, how the hell had his mysterious, universe-ordained mate not noticed that this absolute hunk of a man was destined for her? How was she not actively hunting him down?
I was his sister, and we had grown up under the same roof, but even I couldn't deny the glaringly obvious: Xander was stunning, a criminal treat for the eyes.
Especially like this. He was clearly fresh out of the shower, his thick, dark hair still damp and curling wildly at the ends. He was wearing a loose, comforta
