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His hands weren’t the only square—or large—thing about him. My thirsty eyes drank in the sight, cataloging every detail, noting what had and what hadn’t changed in the years since I’d seen Jake, my grandfather’s right hand. He was a beast of a man, so tall I only came to the divot in his broad chest. Square pecs, wide and solid as granite under his heather-gray T-shirt, which was almost too small. Small enough that it bordered pornographic.
It was indecent, really.
His shoulders were square too, strong and straight and proud, and between them stood the column of his neck, corded with more muscles. Muscles on top of muscles, with more brawn than any human should be equipped with, but not enough to feel unnatural or gratuitous. My gaze hung on his jaw, which I instantly decided was my most favorite square—sculpted and strong, masculine and shadowed with dark stubble. That jaw framed a ghost of a smile on wide lips.
I’d kissed those lips, once upon a time. But the boy who’d owned those lips was gone, replaced by a man who looked like he belonged on an ancient battlefield, wielding a mace and dressed in furs. Even the word man seemed too bland, too thin to describe him. He was a bear, grizzly and wild, loping through a forest alone.
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