It was the man himself, broad-shouldered as ever, standing one booted foot on a rock, and indolent gold eyes fixed on me. And suddenly despite my newfound strength --perhaps because of it--I saw red in a way that had nothing to do with his shirt.
Escape by Barbara Delinsky, page 97
I've read several books by Barbara Delinsky and enjoyed them all, and have many more on my TBR shelf. I've had this one on the reserve list at the library since before it's release. It's finally my turn to read it! I'll let you know what I thought. Watch for my review.