“You’re so thorough.”
“Yes. It’s not a bad thing. It’s actually quite refreshing.”
Gunnar nodded. He was staring at her again. She had never known eyes to have such a presence of their own, but his did. It didn’t matter the rest of him was such an impeccable specimen of the human form, his eyes ensnared her every time. He probably spoke more with his eyes than with his mouth, and Tyler admitted she tended to like what his eyes said than anything else.
She shivered a little.
“Are you cold?”
“A little,” she mumbled, though that was the farthest from the truth. She went to him and pressed against his shoulders to get him to lean back. His eyes were ever on her, piercing as they always did, and Tyler wondered if she would be able to complete her job without making an absolute fool of herself.