From his form-hugging T-shirt to his worn jeans and boots to the sunglasses covering his eyes.
Kelsey tried to swallow. Once, twice. Finally, she gave up and croaked out, “Mr. McClane?”
“Yes?” He stopped to look at her, and Kelsey’s only thought was that she still didn’t know the color of his eyes. Brown, maybe? To match the mahogany of his hair and tanned skin. Or blue?
A dark eyebrow rose above his mirrored sunglasses. A rush of heat flooded her cheeks. “Uh, Mr. McClane—”
“We’ve already established who I am. Question is who are you?”
“My name’s Kelsey Wilson.”
He flashed a smile that revved her pulse.
Had she known her aunt was going to assign her this mission, she would have worn something different—like full body armor.