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into the dry interior of
her car. The universe had just dropped a knight in
shining-freaking-armor right into her path and all she could say was, "Um, sure,
okay"?
In less time than she would have thought possible, he had
pushed the car into the gas station and up to an open pump.
Still, she had had a few minutes to compose herself and her
thoughts while her knight was completing her rescue. Now a few
million questions were competing for attention in her head. She got
out of the car, determined to make a better showing of herself.
"Thank you, kind sir," she offered with a nod, and wondered
briefly if she should curtsy. As he walked towards her from the rear
of the car, she couldn't help thinking how unfair it was that the only
effect pushing a car in the rain had on the man's amazing good looks
was to make him appear slightly ruffled, in a bed-head, sleepy-sexy
kind of way.
She knew she must look like a drowned rat with her
bedraggled hair, somewhat soggy knitted sweater and leggings. At
least she'd had the good sense not to wear makeup, or she'd be
sporting raccoon eyes for sure.
The overhead lights lit the silver of his mail and the gold of
his hair with bright fire, and it was easy to believe for a moment that
he had stepped out of a legend to rescue her.
She swallowed hard, helpless to pull her eyes away as he
came close, invading her personal space by a few significant,
breath-hitching inches. God, he was hot.
He took her hand and raised it to his lips. It was a fair ways
up, since she was only five foot two. He had at least a good foot on
her.
For the space of several heartbeats, she could only swim in
his blue gaze as he pressed a warm kiss to her hand, sending a shiver
through her that had nothing to do with the cold. He was all vibrant,
virile man. No figments here.
She heard a sigh escape her lips. He was just so...pretty.
"The honor is mine," he murmured, still holding her hand
captive, and flashed that amazing dimple again.
Jackie giggled. Actually giggled. What was wrong with her?
Her heart pounded and she could feel herself blushing like the dorky
teenager she had once been instead of the competent
twenty-eight-year-old she was. She couldn't remember ever having been so
affected by a man.
Sir Lancelot smiled. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Oh. No, I'm fine." She blinked and took a step back, putting
a little distance and cold reality between them, even though he still
kept possession of her hand. "Just need to fill her up, is all."
He didn't say anything, just stood there, a slight smile
playing about those perfectly shaped lips. Jackie was acutely aware
of the feel of his warm palm, so much larger than hers.
She cleared her throat. "Um, so, what's a knight like you
doing in a place like this?"
His lips quirked and his eyes lit with amusement. "Why,
rescuing a fair maiden, obviously."
"Hmm. You must new around here." She tilted her head and
grinned at him. "I can't say I've ever seen a knight in Seattle."
"I'm visiting from out of town."
Of course he was. She could almost hear the clang of her
heart and hopes smacking into cold, hard reality. Move along, no
possibilities of happy-ever-after here. She had tried once, and
failed, in the long-distance relationship department. It had left her
heartbroken and feeling like a fool. That was one road she was never
going down again.
Well, nothing wrong with enjoying the moment, and this
totally hot guy, for what they were.
"Business or pleasure?" she said, and immediately wanted to
bite her tongue. What possible business could involve a grown man
dressing up as a knight?
"Both, actually."
"Really?" She pretended to run a critical gaze over his figure,
barely managing to keep from licking her lips. "And do they both
involve your current, um, dress?"
He chuckled. "They do. But today is all about pleasure."
He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. Jackie's
knees trembled a little at the sensation that shot through her at the
touch. Hell
her car. The universe had just dropped a knight in
shining-freaking-armor right into her path and all she could say was, "Um, sure,
okay"?
In less time than she would have thought possible, he had
pushed the car into the gas station and up to an open pump.
Still, she had had a few minutes to compose herself and her
thoughts while her knight was completing her rescue. Now a few
million questions were competing for attention in her head. She got
out of the car, determined to make a better showing of herself.
"Thank you, kind sir," she offered with a nod, and wondered
briefly if she should curtsy. As he walked towards her from the rear
of the car, she couldn't help thinking how unfair it was that the only
effect pushing a car in the rain had on the man's amazing good looks
was to make him appear slightly ruffled, in a bed-head, sleepy-sexy
kind of way.
She knew she must look like a drowned rat with her
bedraggled hair, somewhat soggy knitted sweater and leggings. At
least she'd had the good sense not to wear makeup, or she'd be
sporting raccoon eyes for sure.
The overhead lights lit the silver of his mail and the gold of
his hair with bright fire, and it was easy to believe for a moment that
he had stepped out of a legend to rescue her.
She swallowed hard, helpless to pull her eyes away as he
came close, invading her personal space by a few significant,
breath-hitching inches. God, he was hot.
He took her hand and raised it to his lips. It was a fair ways
up, since she was only five foot two. He had at least a good foot on
her.
For the space of several heartbeats, she could only swim in
his blue gaze as he pressed a warm kiss to her hand, sending a shiver
through her that had nothing to do with the cold. He was all vibrant,
virile man. No figments here.
She heard a sigh escape her lips. He was just so...pretty.
"The honor is mine," he murmured, still holding her hand
captive, and flashed that amazing dimple again.
Jackie giggled. Actually giggled. What was wrong with her?
Her heart pounded and she could feel herself blushing like the dorky
teenager she had once been instead of the competent
twenty-eight-year-old she was. She couldn't remember ever having been so
affected by a man.
Sir Lancelot smiled. "Is there anything else you need?"
"Oh. No, I'm fine." She blinked and took a step back, putting
a little distance and cold reality between them, even though he still
kept possession of her hand. "Just need to fill her up, is all."
He didn't say anything, just stood there, a slight smile
playing about those perfectly shaped lips. Jackie was acutely aware
of the feel of his warm palm, so much larger than hers.
She cleared her throat. "Um, so, what's a knight like you
doing in a place like this?"
His lips quirked and his eyes lit with amusement. "Why,
rescuing a fair maiden, obviously."
"Hmm. You must new around here." She tilted her head and
grinned at him. "I can't say I've ever seen a knight in Seattle."
"I'm visiting from out of town."
Of course he was. She could almost hear the clang of her
heart and hopes smacking into cold, hard reality. Move along, no
possibilities of happy-ever-after here. She had tried once, and
failed, in the long-distance relationship department. It had left her
heartbroken and feeling like a fool. That was one road she was never
going down again.
Well, nothing wrong with enjoying the moment, and this
totally hot guy, for what they were.
"Business or pleasure?" she said, and immediately wanted to
bite her tongue. What possible business could involve a grown man
dressing up as a knight?
"Both, actually."
"Really?" She pretended to run a critical gaze over his figure,
barely managing to keep from licking her lips. "And do they both
involve your current, um, dress?"
He chuckled. "They do. But today is all about pleasure."
He stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. Jackie's
knees trembled a little at the sensation that shot through her at the
touch. Hell
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