#Chapter37
The jolt of the tall, dark stranger’s feet hitting the ground was like a bolt of lightning charging through the ground between them, straight to the young witch’s nerves. She shifted on her feet to keep steady when the quake came to her legs, and they buckled.
The bright sun hit his broad shoulders, and Imara could make out the lines of his perfect muscles through his dirty, tattered shirt. Every step closer he came brought a flip-flop to her heart, and her knees grew a little weaker.
Imara glowed like a wildfire while she stood there bathed in sunlight, and he slipped his fingertips through his hair to catch a better glimpse of her magic. A hot breeze caught her body, and it carried the scent of apple pie as the trembling man walked through it. He understood then and there that she belonged to him.
Peeling his eyes away from her long enough to offer his hand to the man beside her, Ben lifted his chin to Thorin. /"Mr. Parker. I’m Ben Logan./"
