Five feet separated them, and the raw energy that surrounded him like an invisible web was still there. Still unbelievably potent. He wasn"t a tall man, barely six feet, but every inch of him exuded strength. He was wearing a simple blue t-shirt already spotted with sweat, and thigh-hugging jeans. His dark red hair was plastered to his skull, and she could finally tell those eyes were a deep brown. Like her, she was breathing heavily, and for no reason.
Morrow, however, either didn"t notice their agitation, or pretended not to. "Let"s sit down and I"ll fill you in on the details."
Obediently, the two of them followed the little man past the rows of seats and settled near the window overlooking the tarmac. Marya sat down, facing Hawthorne, aware that the man had yet to take his eyes off o
