Chapter 10
Half an hour later, Ciaran parked his car at the side entrance of the headquarters. Madeline noticed he always had his arm around her back to support, lead, or guide her. A primal protective gesture, Madeline thought. She caught the scent of him—natural, spicy, and masculine.
She didn’t know what the scent of masculinity was, but at the moment, that was the only word she could find that fit.
She noted the way his Adam’s apple moved when he spoke and the exquisite sound produced by the throat that she could easily spend a lifetime exploring. She loved the way he loosened his tie and yanked it off his collar, the way the corner of his mouth quirked when he made a joke, and the way his eyes twinkled. The emotions she saw in those striking gray eyes were genuine.
She wasn’t sure
