And he hadn't even gotten mad about his pants! She still couldn't believe how well he took it all. Normally, guys would be shouting at her by now and she'd be giving them the heave-ho out the door.
But he had merely shrugged it off. Oooo, she liked that.
Now that she thought about it, he really didn't have a whole range of emotions that he showed. He was patience incarnate, which was a very nice change of pace.
"Hey, Steve?" she called.
"My name isn't Steve," he said from the shower. "It's Talon."
"Talon what?"
"Just Talon."
She smiled. Talon. It suited him.
"What did you want?" he called.
"What?" she asked.
"You called me like you had a question. What do you need?"
Sunshine bit her lip as she tried to remember. Oops. "I forgot."
She actually heard him laugh. Wow. That was a first. By now most guys would be flaming mad at her.
Sunshine spent the next five minutes trying to find her sketchbook, which she had somehow placed in the refrigerator. Again. She took a seat at her breakfast counter and started sketching her newest find.
Talon.
She took her time drawing the well-sculpted planes of his face, the intricate tattoo on his body. She'd never seen any man with proportions more perfect. And before she knew it, she was lost in those lines. Lost in her mind as she let her creativity flow and reproduce the things she found so incredibly fascinating about the man in her shower.
Before she realized how much time had passed, he turned the shower off and came out from behind the curtain with a damp towel draped around his lean hips.
Oh, mama.
Sunshine once again felt the urge to bite her hand in appreciation. With the exception of the two thin braids that swung with his movements, his golden-blond hair was slicked back and his jet-black eyes flashed with intelligence and arcane power. She'd never seen eyes so dark, especially on a blond man.
He had such a powerful presence that it made her breathless just to look at him. It was as if the very air around him were rife with energy and strength, and she wished most of all that she could capture that with her art.
But no one would ever be able to duplicate or create an aura so intense. It was something that could only be experienced in the flesh.
With every step he took closer to her, her heart pounded harder. The man was so overwhelmingly masculine. So very choice.
His intensity, his raw animal magnetism... set fire to her blood.
He'd been handsome last night in her bed, but upright and conscious, he was totally devastating.
"You know, Talon," she said, tracing the lines of his perfect muscles with her gaze. "Towels look really good on you. You go outside like that and you'll start a whole new fashion craze."
An amused smile hovered at the edges of his lips. "Do you always say everything that comes to your mind?"
"Mostly. I do have some thoughts I keep to myself. I used to not care and would say anything at all, but then one time my college roommate called the psycho unit on me. You know, they really do have white coats."
Talon arched a brow at the sincerity he sensed from her. That was a true story. The woman was eccentric, no doubt, but far from a crackpot.
Well, maybe not that far.
She reached over to his untouched "breakfast" and picked up the so-called muffin that had shiny little particles in it he couldn't even begin to identify. "You still haven't eaten your muffin."