![]() Thoughts of midnight reminded her of more pressing problems. Why did she care what he thought of her hair? Drink up. Jessie’s hand rose self-consciously to the over-processed orange-yellow blotched clump. His pale gaze sharpened on her face, slid lower to her flat chest, skinny legs, then shot upward. Sorry, I only marry total strangers on Thursdays. He smelled so good she wanted to snuggle up to him, close her eyes and just inhale. ![]() What would she do with him if she actually caught him? The thought made her smile. In truth, she was like the cartoon dog chasing the car. She gave him another surreptitious once-over. Unfortunately the way her luck had been running lately he was a mugger after her last twenty bucks and the take in the cash register. She’d read that somewhere and hoped like hell it was true.īriefly she fantasized that Prince Charming had come in for the singular purpose of sweeping her off her feet. The neon café sign in the fogged window sputtered, illuminating his face. Diamond drops of rain peppered his dark hair and the broad shoulders of his black wool coat. Outside, rain slashed in sheets across the midnight-dark parking lot, empty save for his low-slung silver sports car. He hadn’t finished his first cup of coffee before he’d beckoned her back to his table.Īnd she thought she’d heard it all. " Excuse me?" Jessie Adams narrowed her eyes at the stranger sitting in the back booth of the diner. ![]()
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