I wiped my hands on my robe and walked toward the front door, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and dread. As soon as the door opened, I stopped in my tracks, and for a moment, I almost forgot how to breathe. There he was, standing in the doorway, dressed in all black. He looked like a walking shadow—dark, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. His black tailored suit fit him like a glove, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal a hint of his tanned skin, and the hair, the hair! made him ...