He reached out and traced his thumb over the curve of her cheek. Her eyes flew open and she took a quick step back.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Her eyes darkened even further and her lips thinned. “I’m afraid of nothing.” Her voice was slightly accented. Maybe Russian, or maybe she was Romanian. It was hard to say. Still, her voice was low and husky, and he liked the way she sounded. He wanted to hear her speak again.
“My mistake.” He inclined his head in apology.
She snorted, but didn’t turn away. It appeared he wasn’t the only one fascinated. She licked her lips and Chase felt his gut tighten. God, her lips were full and rosy and totally kissable.