me.”
He glanced back up, his eyes locking on hers. “I don’t see how I can be the first. You’re all I’ve seen since I laid eyes on you last night.”
Her heart thumped in her chest at the sincerity in his words . She melted even as doubt floated around the edges.
Roxy couldn’t resist a smile. “I know the feeling. You’ve been on my mind too.”
His smile brightened. “We should probably walk,” he murmured.
* * * *
They walked the loop through the upper level several times, but Trevor had a hard time focusing on the merchants and their various wares as Roxy captivated all of his attention He was already searching for the right way to share his secrets with her.
She stopped in her tracks and looked around with a nervous giggle. “Is it me, or are we too engrossed in each other to actually pay attention to anything else?”
He gave her a crooked grin . “Oh no, it’s not just you. Maybe we can find some place quiet?”
“Mmm, good idea.” She pulled him down a set of stairs and brought him out to a balcony next to a playground . From the rail, you could see the street below, with the waterfront a little further down.
The rain kept most of the tourists inside, so it was quiet for the moment. She walked to the railing to stare off toward the Puget Sound. “I love it here. I don’t know why.”
He leaned next to Roxy, and watched her. “I don’t know why either, but I’m falling in love with Seattle,” he admitted, though a large part of that had everything to do with Roxy. Until last night, it was just another city at the end of a long list of places he’d lived.
Never in his life had he ever fel t a pull so strong. He craved her company, and so much more. Roxy lit a desire deep in his soul, and he was terrified of what it meant. He knew he would shatter into a million pieces if she couldn’t accept what he was, if she shunned his beast.
She finally looked up at him , and once again he was struck by her unusual eyes that drew him in and bound him to her. Her head tilted to the side, her dark hair falling loose. “What?” she whispered.
He heard footsteps coming down the steps, and caught Joey’s scent. “Shit, I think Joey found me.” He stepped away from the rail, and turned toward the upper level.
Her brows drew together. “What? Who?” Her nose scrunched in the most adorable way as she followed his gaze.
Trevor nodded toward the giant of a man who came bounding down the stairs.
Her eyes widened as she looked up—way up at Joey, who was solid muscle. He grinned at her, his dark eyes twinkling.
“Who’s your new friend, Trevor?” He hadn’t lost a bit of his deep Irish accent.
She still looked confused which fueled a confident smile on Trevor’s face. “Roxana Nights, this is Joseph Mullins, but we all call him Joey. He’s our drummer.”
“Oh, right.” A sheepish smile pulled at her lips. “You guys were amazing last night.”
Joey gave her a wink with a slight bow. He arched a single brow at Trevor when he straightened. “Found what you were looking for?” He turned back to Roxy and eyed her from head to toe. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the hot little outfit and make-up.”
Trevor narrowed his eyes at Joey.
She laughed, drawing Trevor’s attention. “Thanks. I think.” Looking to Trevor, she swept her hair behind her ear.
Joey slapped Trevor on the back. “I think Trevor’s enthralled. He couldn’t peel his eyes from you last night, and you seem to be missing the death-glares he’s shooting me now.” Joey ducked away.
Tempting as it was, he wasn ’t going to start fighting with Joey in front of her. Not until he had a chance to explain who and what he was. Instead, he took a breath and shook his head. “Don’t listen to him.”
Amused, Roxy smiled up at Trevor and he had to rein himself in before he pulled her into his embrace and claimed her mouth, or worse, stripped her bare to bury himself in her lush body.
“Might