Ace paused his pacing long enough to down a glass of whiskey. Tossing the glass back on the table, he resumed walking from one end of his home office to the other.
His head was in chaos. His thoughts ran at a mileage his brain couldn't keep up with.
The very first time he met Fay, he made up his mind she wasn't going to be any trouble.
It didn't matter that she looked like a girl straight from a fairytale movie. He had met real women who could burn a hole through your chest just by the scintillating touch of their red painted artificial nails on your skin.
In order words, women who were considered goddesses.
He brushed her beauty aside and focused on her character. She cried a lot, and loved to talk. An irritation that would turn her from a fairy to a frog in his eyes. So he chose her.
If he knew about her scent, he wouldn't have proceeded.
It was like God in the process of creating her, poured a permanent fragrance into the sand used.
