Finders Keepers

She’d sensed someone staring at her, but until the crowd parted a bit, she wasn’t sure of where the energy pull was coming from. She spotted the young dealer, whose entire aura radiated stress and flight or fight hormone that was palpable. Yes, he’d been the one staring at her, but there was a darker presence, a more sensual, mysterious creature behind the kid. The moment she saw the source, she froze.

His dark brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, held by a dark leather tong. Broad shoulders filled out his black leather jacket and concealed a gun. She could taste the metallic change in the air and smell the gunpowder in the clip. He wore a black t-shirt beneath the butter soft leather, black slacks, black slip-on Cole Hans. No jewelry, just a fine gold watch made by Rolex.

A pair of intense, dark eyes pierced her, asking questions in a thunder of human thoughts. A strong jaw was set hard, but his mouth was still beautiful, not a tight line of anger. His athletic body moved through the crowd with the stealth of a cat… he was hunting her… interesting. Yet there was no guile aimed at her to be found in his presence, but this was a man of mysteries.