Firefly Glen it can change you

She snapped her sunset-hued eyes toward the voice, a small gasp escaping in its wake. For a moment, she simply took him in—not just to process his words, wrapped in an unfamiliar yet pleasant accent, but to take in who appeared before her. This mountain of a male warranted a longer, more assessing gaze, one she couldn’t resist granting.

She nodded softly—she couldn’t help but to feel slightly on guard as she responded. “I am.” Her gaze went past his shoulder to assess behind him.

“It appears you are, too?”