Katherine stood framed in the doorway, dressed casually, her hair slightly messy, her eyes wide with surprise. For a moment, she didn't speak — she just stared at him, as if trying to process the fact that he was really standing there.

    Kingsley's gaze swept over her, drinking her in like a man starved. His eyes locked onto hers — those beautiful, striking eyes that had haunted his dreams for months.

    Aqua blue. Clear, deep, endless.

  ...