QUOTE : She started to step down, but he hadn’t moved. His hands still rested on her waist. They felt nice. Strong and sure. The step evened their heights, bringing them eye to eye. Calling attention to the silver flecks flashing in a sea of blue. To the perfectly sculpted nose trailing down to a nice set of lips. Bowed on top, generous on bottom. His thumbs moved at her waist, sending a shiver up her spine. Her eyes swung back to his and locked there. His words from earlier came back to her. A guy can dream. Did he really have feelings for her? The look in his eyes said he did. They said that and so much more. His gaze dropped to her mouth. Layla’s lips tingled with want. Her hands tightened on the metal rung. No, she couldn’t want Murphy after what he’d done to her and Jack. He leaned in. The movement sent panic flooding through her. She stepped down, slipping past him. “I think I’m about done for the night.” She couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice.