Heroic Hearts Anthology
Out of the mud-spattered car, the most beautiful man she had ever seen emerged. He glanced at them, then walked around the front of his car. He strode through the downpour with no more notice than if he’d been walking through dry sunshine as his shirt darkened and clung to every cut inch of him. It was an effect she’d have expected in a men’s cologne commercial or one of those racy Calvin Klein ads. She’d never seen anything like it in real life. He stepped across the torrent of water without visible effort or a break in stride. His movement made her mouth dry and her pulse speed up—not a reaction she welcomed just now.