64 Chapter 64

A black knit skullcap covered the loose golden waves that would have framed his lean, angled cheeks and firm, square jaw. While she knew that when he smiled there were dimples on either side of his lush mouth, right now his sculpted lips were held in a grim, unforgiving line. His hazel eyes were intense, his brows lowering as he pinned her in a measuring stare that felt as dangerous and unyielding as his hold on her a moment ago.

"Jesus Christ," he whispered with a sharp exhalation. His expression hardened even more. "It really is you, Blanca. I had to be sure. I didn't want to believe it."

She frowned. He sounded as surprised to see her as she was to be looking at him.

It had been ten years since they last saw each other. It has been six long years since he crushed her heart and walked away, never to return. Now, here he stood, dressed like a nightmare in black combat gear and staring at her in accusation as if she were the one to blame.