RUBI
My breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes landed on the man standing outside my bedroom door.
“What… what are you doing here?” My voice faltered, cracking beneath the weight of shock and something else I couldn’t quite name.
Hector slid his hands into the pockets of his tailored slacks, a slow, confident smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. Of course he did, this was Hector, the man who had been avoiding me like I was contagious, like I was the very thing he needed to forget.
And now here he stood. Cool. Unbothered. Drop-dead gorgeous.
My gaze betrayed me, trailing against my will. Those deep hazel eyes, always too intense, too knowing, led down to the sharp line of his jaw, the neatly trimmed stubble that made him look mad
