He loved watching her in the lab, tossing her brown tendrils around when she talked. He loved that her laugh echoed around the room.
While watching her, he thought about his past. One-night stands and flings was what he was before he met her. Women flocked to him, throwing themselves at his feet. They showered affection on him, clung to his arm when they went out and expected a quick roll in the sheets. He wined and dined them, wanting the company of a woman to extinguish the pain of not having found the woman that could light the fuse to his fire that burned deep inside him.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and he grew tired of all the women who frowned on imperfections. He got tired of women who based their lives on themselves instead of others. These were the woman who fell at his feet.
That was the darkness in his life.
He watched her bite her lower lip while she processed evidence. She got that way sometimes, when she was trying to figure out the trace on a piece of fabric.
Where there is darkness there is light. She came into his life on a whirlwind flight from Bozeman, Montana. He believed that her country roots would not hold up in this big city.
He was wrong.
He tried to pick at her, but she was smart and clever. She never fell for his boyish charm, his smirks and his looks. She held her ground and never faltered.
But something in him changed. He began to have true and strong feelings about the woman that he called Montana.
She was a beautiful woman in every aspect. She was beautiful inside and out. Her All-American looks and attitude attracted him to her like a magnet, drawing him in.
She was ordinary but stood out and shone in every way. She was what America stood for.
As American as apple pie.
finished.
