The man wore a smooth black shirt, the top three buttons left undone.
He leaned against the glass railing with a cigarette dangling from his lips. When he tilted his head back to exhale, a large swathe of tattoos across his chest was revealed.
The woman standing beside him wore an incredibly tight, white bodycon dress that barely reached the tops of her thighs, creating a striking visual.
The two of them weren't engaged in any inappropriate behavior.
But the woman's repeated cries of "Sheffield" allowed Stella Sterling to instantly recognize the man.
It was the same Sheffield she had seen at Q Bar on the outskirts of the city. In the rich glow of the sunset, Stella could finally see his features clearly.
He had deep, thick eyebrows and eyes like a falcon's.
Below a high, straight nose, his lips were thin and sharp.
It was the kind of face one could only describe as dangerously handsome.
