It was almost as if he felt my eyes on him, for he turned his deadened gaze to me and looked me up and down, and that was when a small smile began to grace his lips. Hooked. I’ve seen that look enough times to know when someone was thinking the same as me, and he definitely had something in mind when he sat his glass on the shiny counter and walked toward me in a graceful manner that made my eyes fall to his exposed thighs.