Darrell heard something rustle in the bushes. He paused, eyes narrowing, checking to see if he saw a nosey woman with dark hair and light gray eyes. Isabeau Rosen was nowhere to be found. Instead, a three-legged cat hobbled past him and up the stairs to the front porch.
The cat turned and stared at him. Then it hissed. The door opened and what could only be described as a model stood in the entry way.
This woman had a lush mane of hair that couldn’t decide if it was brown, black, or red. It radiated out in waves from her shoulders. Her skin was pure cream with a hint of almond milk. Her large eyes were hooded by lush, dark lashes. He couldn’t pinpoint the color of her irises. They shifted from hazel to green to blue as she c****d her head and stared down at him.
The cat put its tail in
