Charlie cleared her throat and edged her way around the crowded room. She tried to look away from him, but his presence was hard to ignore. Even though he looked totally out of place in his crisp white shirt, exquisitely cut trousers, and soft Italian leather shoes, he didn’t seem uncomfortable. He sat in the booth with one arm draped over the back.
The glow from the pool lights transformed his blue eyes to aquamarine. His jaw, nose, and chin were chiseled perfection, a sculptor’s delight. Charlie wished she could touch his face and run her fingers through his hair.