Jackson still looked as dangerously tempting as he had when she first saw him an hour ago. His wide shoulders and sculpted biceps were barely contained in his long-sleeved cotton shirt, and the man knew how to wear a pair of jeans better than any man on earth. His jaw had a day’s worth of growth, and his lashes seemed as thick as the beautiful mass of black hair on his head, framing blue eyes that lit with humor. The man was too hot and too charming for his own good.Scratch that. For her own good.
There was something so very attractive about a woman who spoke her mind and stood up for what she believed in.