The grocery bags dug into Fallon's arms as she strutted down the street, humming loudly to herself and muttering under her breath about how Elara should have tagged along.The evening was chill, painting the sky in streaks of gold.Her day had been boring, Elara had holed herself up again, Fallon had to run errands, and she was already plotting to raid Elara's snack stash as paycheck.Then she saw him.A man.Not just a man, he was the kind of man you only saw in glossy magazines or behind velvet ropes. Tall, broad shouldered, his black coat rippled faintly in the wind as though it belonged to a different season.His hair was beautiful and untamed, and those eyes, dark brown, icy, cutting, almost unreal, pinned her in place.Fallon nearly tripped over her own sneakers. "Well, hello there," She muttered, her lips curling. "Who dropped a runway model in this dead end town?"She expected him to ignore her. To glance away, maybe keep walking. But his head turned.Those dark brown eyes l
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