One Night

The thing about Adela Sinclair Davidson that everyone knew-or that they would find out soon enough-was that she wasn't normal. Where everyone else existed, Adela lived. She was a fixation, an attraction, a presence. It wasn't from any effort on her part, it was just who she was.
Long, dark hair, skin glowing with the light of the sun, eyes cut from an emerald, and sensual, curvy lips. Her voice was full and smooth, her laugh light and airy. People wanted to get close to her, but no one ever could.
She was like a fire. Beautiful and mesmerizing at a distance, but get too close and you risked getting burned.
It wasn't a surprise then, that when Anderson Haven came to town-unafraid and trouble with a smile-all hell broke loose.