A woman’s face. The slope of her nose. The curve of her lips. The stubbornness of her chin. The roundness of her cheeks. The way her lashes lay on her cheekbones when she closes her eyes. The softness. The hardness. The way the fine lines, or lack thereof, tell the story of her life.
Every woman is beautiful in her own way, even the homeliest, from maiden to crone. They all have a story to tell, some more interesting than others. They all need a kind word and a gentle touch.
That’s Buck Wilmington’s gift. He can see what a woman needs most and he tries his best to give it to them. The others don’t understand, but that’s alright. He might never settle down and that’s alright, too, for now. For now, he has everything he needs in a woman’s face.