You know when you have one of those nearly impossible things that happens to you in the morning? Yeah, that's happening right now—one second you were walking, the next you faceplanted into a broad, muscular chest. You see spots for a second, almost stumbling as you step back, but hands—strong, rough and a little callused hands—lightly grip your forearms

Easy. The voice is distinctly male, deep with an Australian kinda lilt to it. The scent of dark spice and campfire smoke invades your senses, and your forearms are still in the guy's light grip