"GODDAMN, CASSIE!" RYAN'S TIMBRE rumbles loud enough to rise above the initial quietude. His deep brown eyes however are intent on the profile of the woman before him, dark as a swirly abyss and smouldering as pits of fire.
Even if Casselba had no prior knowledge of the young man, the lust she sees in his dark eyes is proof enough of the devilry behind his words.
No sooner do the words leave Ryan's lips than his father turns to him.
"Good grief, boy," Caden sighs. "Cut down on the swearing. At least for today."
Ryan moves his eyes away from Casselba, just for the fraction of a moment to look at Caden.
It takes him less than a second to understand Caden means the Christmas. Both men maintain eye contact for all of five seconds before they turn back to something more interesting. The smashing figure of their lovely houseguest.
Caden's mouth falls open.
