Leon forgot about the flowers in his hand. For several seconds, he forgot about most things.
Thallia stood on the porch in blue, her dark hair loose around her shoulders and the skirt of her dress moving lightly around her legs.
He'd thought the teal she'd worn in Moab was sexy as hell.
Then she'd worn green to dinner and proven she could do even more damage when she was trying.
This morning she'd been covered in dirt, her hair pulled out of the way while she worked beside him in Evalyn's garden, and he'd wanted her then too.
It seemed there wasn't a version of Thallia Laskari he didn't find irresistible. The realization should probably have concerned him, but at the moment, he was too busy remembering how to breathe.
Thallia's smile grew. That was when Leon realized he'd been starin
