Grace was walking towards her and jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the man following behind her. The big man that Lou could now see clearly. He was handsome. As close to what she would think when someone saidViking.Muscular and thick. She could see the dark lines of tattoos peeking out from the short sleeve blue shirt he wore. Tan skin, sky blue eyes, high planed cheeks and a sharp jawline.
Holy shit. And then there was all that damn hair of his that looked like spun gold.
Definitely a blond god all right.
“Ah, this isn’t the contractor,” Grace said and cleared her throat. “He’s from Skie Industries.”
Skie Industries.Not the contractor.That had to mean one thing.
He smiled at her. “I’ve been assigned to you, Doctor Wright, for the duration of the project. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
The blond god was her handler.