Casey set the carafe on the burner and turned to watch the stranger from the safety of the counter. She'd spotted him the minute he walked into the restaurant. Connelly was small enough she was acquainted with just about everyone who came to the Half 'n Half, and she didn't know him. Tall and lean, with thick midnight-black hair worn a little long, high cheekbones and a square jaw, he had a powerful aura of masculinity surrounding him. But it was an aura that flickered. He'd hesitated at the entrance, his eyes darting around the room, scoping it for...for what? For whom?
Something made him wary. Maybe even afraid.
Her eyes had tracked him as he made his way to the coffee shop side, watching everyone as he moved until he slid into a booth. Maybe the way he moved had caught her attention,
