"Everything okay?" The gruff velvet voice was right and so was the strong, thick-fingered hand that idly stroked his chin. The bare skin where a rough red-brown beard had been just an hour ago. His hair was still long but had been ruthlessly tamed into a small queue at the nape of his neck with a black leather thong. His bright blue eyes were the same, though and they studied her hotly. "Wow. You look amazing." His deep voice was husky and warm and Anissa felt it like a caress, all ...