the man of the hour was at the other end of what appeared to be a very elegant conference room . he was tall with dark hair , very handsome , his shoulders wide and his smile dazzling . the glass was set gently down . `` so he hitched his black horses to his chariot . it was nick 's turn to laugh , `` they carried one load each . summer leans against the doorway to my closet , `` definitely down but with big waves . '' my eyes slid from his as i felt steel bands clamp around my ribs . 