" My hand’s on the door handle, but his voice stops me. “Hold up.”
I glance over, and I swear to all the swoony alpha heroes in the romances I’ve read that his eyes have that certain sparkle.
Huh. Thought that was only in books.
I raise a brow. I’m immune. I am. "

― Angela Quarles , Risking It (Stolen Moments, #2)