She made a scoffing sound. “I’ve been around the modeling business since I was born. My siblings are gorgeous. I don’t make babies cry, but there’s quite a gap before men will be falling at my feet.”

She looked up at him, melting brown eyes framed in black lashes, the curve of her cheek heartbreakingly lovely as she smiled.

He could only stare in bemusement that she was so clueless about the basics. Finally, he touched her chin, resting his thumb on those full, incredibly kissable lips. “On cold, hard photographs, you might not have the draw of your siblings and professional models. In person… Frankie, beauty isn’t restricted to two dimensions. It encompasses more than high cheekbones and perfect hair. When your eyes, possibly the loveliest eyes I’ve ever seen, hold laughter, everyone around you smiles. When they hold sadness, you take everyone with you.

Those perfect eyes widened in surprise.

He smiled. “Your voice makes me think of soft blankets and the warmth of a fireplace on a drizzly cold evening.”

Her eyes started to gleam with tears.

No, that wasn’t what he wanted. He squeezed her waist. “Your body makes me think of…” He skimmed his thumb over her full lower lip and felt it quiver. “Of stripping you right down to bare skin and discovering every dirty thing I could do to you.”

As hoped, she burst out laughing. “You…you’re such a man.”

He grinned, because she was the type of woman who would laugh at her lover saying things like that.

And her lover was exactly what he intended to stay.

A light wind off the lake ruffled her hair and clothes, and she caught the scent of smoke, unsettling her. “Um, Bull. Why are we outside?”

It was relatively warm with the temperature in the high forties. “After battles, it takes a while to settle.” Bull picked up the soft, plush blanket he’d brought out before. After wrapping it around her, he pulled her against his side. “I’ve found that sitting outside or by a fire helps.”

“You’ve fought a lot. I mean, yes, I knew that, but I didn’t know it. That guy tonight had a knife, and you didn’t hesitate.” She frowned and made a tossing gesture. “The way you just threw the other man to Gabe was crazy.”

Bull shrugged. “My brothers and I were fighting as a team even before our teenage years. I learned to toss one or two to whoever was bored.”

“Bored,” she said under her breath. “You seem like such an easy-going guy, but you’re a lot scarier than I realized.”

That sounded half complimentary and half worried. “I’m very easy-going,” he said firmly. “Is that clear?”

“Yes, without a doubt…Skull.” She snickered and wiggled closer until her ultra-soft breasts pressed against his side.