From Designed for Love available from Amazon
“What the hell?” My carry-on bag slid across the floor and slammed into the
wall. My feet slipped out from
under me, I landed flat on my back, and someone
fell on top of me, pinning me to the floor. The breath knocked out of me, I lay
still a moment.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I finally caught my breath and
pushed him off. “Everyone’s always in such a big hurry.”
“Why’d you slow down? You darned near stopped in front of me.” He stood up,
brushed himself off and held out his hand to help me up. “Sorry.”
I knocked his hand away, got to my knees and stood. I didn’t need his help.
Not his or anyone else’s for that matter. What I needed was to find my bag and
get on to my gate.
“Look, I’m sorry. It was entirely my fault. I shouldn’t have been in such a
hurry.” He held his hand out to me again, but I ignored it. “Here, let me get
that for you.” He hurried to pick up my bag, but I grabbed it first.
“Look, Mister, I have a plane to catch, so excuse me if I don’t have time to
chat.” I straightened up my bag, grabbed the handle and started toward my gate.
Good looking in a rustic sort of way, I had to admit. Probably worked outdoors
or at least spent a lot of time outside. Not that it made any difference. I
didn’t have time for him. Or any man for that matter. I had a career to build,
and men didn’t figure into it.
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3 comments:
Enjoyed your offering this morning. Up taking a breathing treatment and checking in with everyone. Thanks for being part of the group.
Feisty woman. Irresistible man. Sounds like chemistry beginning.
Oh, she'll have time...she just doesn't know it yet. ;) Great 6! Thanks for sharing!
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