Sawyer (The Paris Roommates #4)

Chapter 1

HE’D FOUND HIS MUSE.

When he arrived at Rouges, his heart gave a leap at the sight of Phoebe standing in the cold night in a long aquamarine coat, her red hair a deep mass of fire in the light from the restaurant.

She smiled and then sauntered over as he exited the car.

He really liked a woman who sauntered, he decided.

Again, his mind froze the frame. The way the golden streetlights captured the highlights in her hair and softened the high crest of her cheekbones and brow line.

How the inky black night above was shot with a cluster of stars.

She seemed alone even though a few other patrons milled around her, their breaths visible in the cold night.

A man hunched over in a tan coat, smoking while a young couple nuzzled each other before entering the restaurant.

But Phoebe was in the center of the painting he was already creating in his mind.

A place she seemed destined to occupy.