Nora's POV
The familiar hum of an engine in my driveway draws my attention as I head toward the stairs. Through the window, I catch sight of Mack and Evangeline prowling the yard perimeter, their alert postures telling me James has arrived in that sleek black Mercedes of his.
I run my fingers through my hair, smoothing any wayward strands before making my way to the front door. With a subtle gesture, I disable the magical wards and pull the door open.
"Hey there," I greet him, my eyes immediately drawn to how perfectly that light gray shirt clings to his frame. The fabric stretches across his broad chest and hugs his biceps in ways that make my mouth go dry. My gaze travels lower, taking in the black leather belt threaded through dark denim, and that unmistakable bulge that sends heat shooting through my core. After last night, I know exactly what he's packing under those jeans.
