“I can’t imagine a lawyer with hair like this. A knight in shining armor, yes. Or a tragic hero standing on a cliff high above the sea, gazing out over the water with sad eyes, pining for his long-lost lover while his angelic hair dances around his face.”
Isak smiles at me. “A tragic hero, huh?”
“You know, the strong silent type who hasn’t smiled since his lover left him.”
He slides his fingers between mine, lacing them together, and pulls our joined hands to his chest, laying them over his heart. “That your type?”
I shake my head. “Nah. Tragic heroes are fine in literature and all, but in real life, I like open-minded guys. Who doesn’t hesitate to trek up a mountain to rescue a complete stranger, and who patiently indulges said stranger on his whimsy. Someone with happy eyes to match
