I followed her gaze and teased. "He must be one hell of a handsome guy for you to be this mesmerized."

But the moment I looked over, I, too, found myself momentarily dazed.

The man Sophia was staring at wasn't exactly young—he looked to be in his forties. He was dressed in a simple gray T-shirt and jeans, and yet he had an undeniable presence that made it impossible to look away.

There was something about him—an effortless charm, the kind that drew ...