My pounding heart went still eerie as birds fallen silent in the wake of a gunshot. He was big. Tall frame wide shoulders-but not burly. His near-black hair was due for a cut curling under his ears. Dark brows dark stubble dark lashes and eyes. And he was handsome. So handsome it broke your heart. A deck of cards was split between his hands paused midshuffle. Some of the men wore navy scrub tops and bottoms some navy tee shirts a few white undershirts. This man wore a tee with COUSINS stenciled on the front above the number 802267. Those digits imprinted on my brain burned black as a brand. He watched me. But not the way the others did. If he was trying to picture me naked his poker face was strong though his attention anything but subtle. His entire head moved as I passed through his domain but his eyes were languorous. Lazy and half-lidded yet intense. A hundred looks in one. I didn't like it. Couldn't read it. At least with the horny jerk-offs I knew where I stood. I wondered what the worst thing you could do and still only get sent to a medium-security prison was. I hoped not to ever learn the answer. And I hoped to heaven inmate 802267 hadn't signed up for any of the day's programs.
