Six Sentence Sunday

From my current work in progress, The Notorious Lady Jane. Enjoy!

Reed paused, caught up in the scene before him. Not of the flowers, though they were a sight to behold, but of the woman. The enigmatic Isabelle Hamilton Sutherland was as beautiful as any of the exotic flowers blooming along the tree line. As beautiful and as mysterious. And like those flowers with their velvet soft petals, he wanted to pluck her, to explore her depths, to hold her in his hands and examine her beauty.