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overpowered the chlorine and her words slurred. So much for her driving me home tonight. Mel grabbed the purse wrapped around my shoulder and looked for my pills.
Beth appeared and held my hand. She looked sober, thank goodness.
I put my hand on Mel’s. “Mel, I’m okay. I don’t need it. Thanks to him.”
All eyes shot to my savior.
He held his hand out for me. “Alexander Wright.”
“Abigail Miller.” As my hand touched his, tingles shot from my fingertips to down my arm. His hand was firm and warm, wrapping around mine. Almost twenty years had passed and I never had a name for him. Alexander Wright .
His eyes didn’t stray from me. “Do you think you can stand, Abigail?” His voice alone was enough to qualify him super-sexy, but I certainly didn’t mind the rest of him.
“Abby, please. Everyone calls me Abby. Yes, I’m okay, surprisingly.”
He didn’t let go of my hand; in fact, I felt his other hand grasp my hip and he lifted me in a liquid movement that I wasn’t capable of. Once steady on my feet, he let me go, but something flashed in his eyes when he did.
Facing me, I had another opportunity to examine Alexander, compare him to my dream. “You should go home. That was some hit. Did you drive here to the party?” His hazel eyes pierced into mine, tilting his head, and I stared at the water dripping off his strong jaw.
With a shake of my head, I said, “No. Melanie drove.”
Looking at her sway, we both knew she couldn’t drive.
Alexander frowned. “Uh, I don’t—”
“I’ll drive,” Beth offered.
Closing his mouth, Alexander gave her a curt nod.
I didn’t want to go home, but he was right, I should. I should be in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital or a black bag with a zipper, but somehow, I was okay. Did he do something to me like in my dream? No, that wasn’t possible, but neither was he.
“Please excuse me a moment.” Alexander strode away and I watched. Muscles swelled underneath his wet clothes, sticking to him like a second skin. His back rippled with the simple movement of walking, and even the outlines of his calves were sexy.
Beth and Mel pulled me away from gawking and mouthed at the same time, HE’S HOT!
I agreed with a gaping nod. I’d never seen a man this good looking in person.
A deep, gruff voice spoke behind us, forcing me to turn from staring at Alexander again. “Uh, hey. I’m sorry I almost killed you, and left you for dead.” Greg’s brown eyes were bloodshot, dark skin paled in the dim lighting, and his large frame wobbled. Greg clutched the football to his bare chest as though it had magical powers to keep him upright.
I put my hand on his arm, shocked to feel him trembling. “Greg, I know it was an accident. It’s okay, really.”
“This is a reminder.” Greg thrust the ball at me. “Don’t stand by the pool when drunk idiots are playing football, okay?”
“Got it. Thanks, Greg.” I slugged him on the arm, doubtful he even felt it.
Alexander appeared and he handed me a towel; our fingers grazed. Flushing, I looked away. My heart raced all over again and my legs didn’t feel like they had bones anymore. Yep, all of that from a skim of his finger.
“Um, I’m going to excuse myself a moment.” I needed to step away before I said or did anything even more embarrassing. No guy had ever made me this nervous.
Handing the football to Beth, I wrapped the towel around myself. Luckily, the bathroom was empty and didn’t smell like vomit yet. I guess it was earlier than I thought. I dried off as best I could. My braid was unraveling and makeup a bit smudged. I cleaned up and returned to the yard. The girls were where I left them, but Alexander was gone. Did he leave? Panic surged through me.
I whispered, “Where did Xander go?” Xander ? That kinda flew out of my mouth. I wondered if he would mind the nickname, or if he preferred Alexander or Alex.
They pointed with goofy grins to across the yard.
Alexander
Beth appeared and held my hand. She looked sober, thank goodness.
I put my hand on Mel’s. “Mel, I’m okay. I don’t need it. Thanks to him.”
All eyes shot to my savior.
He held his hand out for me. “Alexander Wright.”
“Abigail Miller.” As my hand touched his, tingles shot from my fingertips to down my arm. His hand was firm and warm, wrapping around mine. Almost twenty years had passed and I never had a name for him. Alexander Wright .
His eyes didn’t stray from me. “Do you think you can stand, Abigail?” His voice alone was enough to qualify him super-sexy, but I certainly didn’t mind the rest of him.
“Abby, please. Everyone calls me Abby. Yes, I’m okay, surprisingly.”
He didn’t let go of my hand; in fact, I felt his other hand grasp my hip and he lifted me in a liquid movement that I wasn’t capable of. Once steady on my feet, he let me go, but something flashed in his eyes when he did.
Facing me, I had another opportunity to examine Alexander, compare him to my dream. “You should go home. That was some hit. Did you drive here to the party?” His hazel eyes pierced into mine, tilting his head, and I stared at the water dripping off his strong jaw.
With a shake of my head, I said, “No. Melanie drove.”
Looking at her sway, we both knew she couldn’t drive.
Alexander frowned. “Uh, I don’t—”
“I’ll drive,” Beth offered.
Closing his mouth, Alexander gave her a curt nod.
I didn’t want to go home, but he was right, I should. I should be in the back of an ambulance on the way to the hospital or a black bag with a zipper, but somehow, I was okay. Did he do something to me like in my dream? No, that wasn’t possible, but neither was he.
“Please excuse me a moment.” Alexander strode away and I watched. Muscles swelled underneath his wet clothes, sticking to him like a second skin. His back rippled with the simple movement of walking, and even the outlines of his calves were sexy.
Beth and Mel pulled me away from gawking and mouthed at the same time, HE’S HOT!
I agreed with a gaping nod. I’d never seen a man this good looking in person.
A deep, gruff voice spoke behind us, forcing me to turn from staring at Alexander again. “Uh, hey. I’m sorry I almost killed you, and left you for dead.” Greg’s brown eyes were bloodshot, dark skin paled in the dim lighting, and his large frame wobbled. Greg clutched the football to his bare chest as though it had magical powers to keep him upright.
I put my hand on his arm, shocked to feel him trembling. “Greg, I know it was an accident. It’s okay, really.”
“This is a reminder.” Greg thrust the ball at me. “Don’t stand by the pool when drunk idiots are playing football, okay?”
“Got it. Thanks, Greg.” I slugged him on the arm, doubtful he even felt it.
Alexander appeared and he handed me a towel; our fingers grazed. Flushing, I looked away. My heart raced all over again and my legs didn’t feel like they had bones anymore. Yep, all of that from a skim of his finger.
“Um, I’m going to excuse myself a moment.” I needed to step away before I said or did anything even more embarrassing. No guy had ever made me this nervous.
Handing the football to Beth, I wrapped the towel around myself. Luckily, the bathroom was empty and didn’t smell like vomit yet. I guess it was earlier than I thought. I dried off as best I could. My braid was unraveling and makeup a bit smudged. I cleaned up and returned to the yard. The girls were where I left them, but Alexander was gone. Did he leave? Panic surged through me.
I whispered, “Where did Xander go?” Xander ? That kinda flew out of my mouth. I wondered if he would mind the nickname, or if he preferred Alexander or Alex.
They pointed with goofy grins to across the yard.
Alexander
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