ANGELINE woke up with that heat blowing in her face. She stared at the man sleeping with his features facing her, so she had a chance to look at his face freely without his eyes staring back at her which seemed to make her tremble with awareness of how stunningly appealing he was.
She recalled what happened last night. It was surreal for her that she found Jacob watching quietly in the hallway, with those enigmatic eyes pinned her there, standing at the door. That horrible trembling, the man's unwanted, tingling awareness, reared its traitorous head as Jacob approached. He wasn't just tall. He was muscular, his features angular, almost sharp. Some people might describe his features as a blank granite face, but she seemed to feel that the man was raw, powerful, gentle-hearted, and protective underneath all of that sophisticated elegance. She could consider him the epitome of a gentleman. Which only made her reactions to the man harder to control!
