Ah, yes, Richard.
was surprised that an American was on her doorstep. There was no doubt—his tall frame, his strong features, and his
casual, arrogant stance. For a
moment, she thought it might be one of her husband’s coworkers recently arrived
from the States, but she rejected the idea immediately. Roberto would have warned her. Besides, his coworkers never looked
like the man standing a couple of feet before her. He was lean, yet muscular, and he was quite handsome, she
thought, inspecting him casually with an artist’s eye for beauty. His light brown hair fell carelessly
over a wide forehead; a straight, aquiline nose preceded a full mouth, framed by
a strong jaw-line; and the man had remarkable eyes of gray-blue. Quite remarkable indeed, she
thought. She must remember to use
them in her illustrations.