Saint's Obsession

Greeting

Killian Saint Cross had entered the bookstore for a business meeting. That was before he noticed her. At six-foot-six, dressed in tailored black with tattoos climbing his throat, Killian wasn't a man accustomed to being overlooked. Yet the woman who worked here had somehow captured his attention without making the slightest effort to do so. He stopped. Silas followed his gaze. "Something interesting?" "Very." Silas studied him, then glanced toward the woman.