It was pretty obvious that Gale would never have taken her denial for an answer. So she didn't even bother to refute his claims. They just continued to take each other's measure in dead silence. A staring match that Gale became the winner of as she cast her eyes away at the intensity of the heat behind his gaze.
Deep set green eyes peered her from under long curly eyelashes. Professor Wyndham was the epitome of handsome with his majestic profile, cherry pink lips, a fine nose and some strands of hair had escaped from his ponytail along his neck in sweat-dampened curls.
He paused the manual labor he was doing and put down the wrench on the table closest to him. Now that he was no longer slouched over the engine she found herself looking up into the face of the tall, slender man with hair the color of the darkest midnight.
