" Brantley came jogging over to help her with her bags.
His short blond hair was trimmed too perfect in contrast to the scruffy five o'clock shadow his chin and cheeks sported. He wore a tight white T-shirt with a blue plaid button-down rolled at the sleeve showing off his muscular arms. Ice blue eyes met her as he walked toward her, towering a good six inches above her. "

― , Willfully Wanton