Chapter 66 – Edward Marino

• “Holy shit,” I breathe, staring at the man who could be a model on any runway in…well, anywhere. My eyes sweep over his broad shoulders, his chiseled face, his long hair that’s swept back behind his ears.
• God, crap, but he could be on the cover of a damn romance novel.
• Andre pulls me out of my daze by laughing at me, raising a hand to my chin and snapping my mouth shut. “Easy, Bambi,” he murmurs, and I scowl, blushing to be caught drooling over a guy like that.