Laurie
rubbed the furrow lining her forehead and slumped into the sofa cushions. Gah,
she must be going crazy. She poured herself another glass of wine and took
several quick sips.
Was she hallucinating?
Even with the poor lighting, she found the man fabulously
attractive. Scrumptious. He could have walked out of the steamiest
romance novel. Intense, dark eyes—if only it had been light enough to see the
color—set in a face only the Celtic gods could have molded. The sexy cleft in
his chin made her mouth go instantly dry. The mere thought of him left her
breathless and achy with need.
Had she really reached out to a stranger? How stupid. What
if he was a nutcase?
She flicked her gaze to the dark windows then the locked
front door. The house was secure.
A psycho? She hoped not. The man seemed familiar. She felt
as though she'd met him before. Though where could that have been?
~Dawn Marie
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