Firefly Glen Take you like a drug;

Cole’s gaze swept over her slowly, taking in the rich, dark browns of her coat—a rugged beauty that seemed carved by the wilds themselves. She was composed, neither edging too close nor retreating, with eyes that held a hint of mischief beneath their guarded caution.

The rabbit hung still between his teeth as he sized her up, unmoving, like he had all the time in the world. When he finally spoke, his words were low, a quiet conviction in his tone.

Yes, he rumbled, his voice carrying a subtle weight. Then, with a hint of that southern charm lacing his words, he added, But I’m a gentleman.