Hannah Floyd

Her familiar scent hit me, and over a decade’s worth of memories came flooding back. Her golden blonde hair, parted on one side and tucked behind her ears, fell down to the middle of her back. … She wore very little makeup, but then again, she never needed to. Hannah had a natural beauty, even as she grew older, that never failed to astonish me. She didn’t look like the twenty-year-old knockout that I met and fell in love with, though. She looked even better.
—Book 1, A Cold Blooded Rain, Chapter 24 – Love Isn’t the Problem