“Ai ai ai! Icy cold and uptight on the outside, but those green eyes tell a different story.”

With a gulp, she pulled the clip out of her hair, shook her head slightly and it tumbled down, falling to her waist. Could he discern the tumult inside her? Suddenly those green eyes couldn’t look anywhere but at him as he pushed himself away from the wall and came toward her. He entered her personal space and all she could do was watch him as he picked up a strand of her hair.

“Amazing,” he breathed as he rubbed the hair between his fingers. “If I hadn’t seen those roots up close and personal, I’d find it hard to believe this color was real. It actually glitters, even in this weak lighting. I’ve never seen anything like it.” His gaze roamed her face. “The pale eyebrows are a giveaway too. The only color to you are those pink lips, your green eyes, and the lovely rosy color you turn when you blush. Thank you for letting me see your hair in all its glory. Are you going to put it back up?”

“No.” She shoved the clip in her purse as she continued to watch him.

“Bueno,” he said softly with a little nod. He let go of her hair, but didn’t move away and the look in his eyes made her think of a drowning man desperately in need of a life preserver.