Panther Hunt
he asks in a low growl.
"Michela Cruz."
He makes no response and glares quietly, leaning on his elbows. His knitted eyebrows and broad, bulky shoulders only accentuate his already predatory air.
I had known these very eyes when they were a lanky 15-year-old's, though, they now belong to a dangerously gorgeous panther of a man. So unless they are jetting out flaming bullets, I will still comfortably return the stare.
It is a full minute, I'm sure, before he finally leans back in his seat and speaks.