Laurie rubbed the furrow lining her forehead and slumped into the sofa cushions. Gah, she must be going crazy. She poured herself another glass of wine and took several quick sips.
Was she hallucinating?
Even with the poor lighting, she found the man fabulously attractive. Scrumptious. He could have walked out of the steamiest romance novel. Intense, dark eyes—if only it had been light enough to see the color—set in a face only the Celtic gods could have molded. The sexy cleft in his chin made her mouth go instantly dry. The mere thought of him left her breathless and achy with need.
Had she really reached out to a stranger? How stupid. What if he was a nutcase?
She flicked her gaze to the dark windows then the locked front door. The house was secure.
A psycho? She hoped not. The man seemed familiar. She felt as though she'd met him before. Though where could that have been?