The stranger released her hands, and she didn't go for the door. He'd beat her to it once. He could beat her to it again.
"W…why are you in my car?" she hissed. Where was that pepper spray? She'd carried around one of those little vials of pepper spray for years. Dammit! She'd left it in the glove box.
He clambered into the front seat, which is where she got a great view of him. He was built like a bull, laden with muscle, but not too muscular to inhibit his movement. He looked strong and fast, like a professional athlete. His golden, tanned skin complemented his dark hair.
"You're in danger," he said, meeting her eyes. His eyes were striking and were like nothing she'd ever seen before. They were light brown, almost orange, with a tint of gold right around the pupil. Sara wasn't sure why her brain decided to isolate the peculiar color of his eyes right then, but it did.
What really confused her was that her heart fluttered.
