He could feel her attention pour all over him, and he tensed, only slightly, because it wasn’t the kind of mind he was used to. Generally, women looked at him either with physical attraction, some form of longing, or with condemnation and disapproval of his behavior. Either or—black or white. But it was a rare case a woman would look at him so analytically, like she was trying to soak up every stratum of personal and physical feature he possessed.
“Where from Eastern Europe?” he asked, his hand disappearing behind the dog’s ear and when he stopped momentarily, he barked quietly and did a little jig to get the attention back.