face. The man was staring at something behind her. Terror mixed with relief gave him sort of a dumbstruck expression.
When Mya turned to see what the cashier was looking at, she felt her heart drop to the floor. He was standing at the door - staring at her, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.
Chapter Six
David Bray was just as gorgeous as she remembered from the first time she saw him, maybe even more so. He wore black riding boots and blue jeans that were just tight enough that she could make out the thick muscles of his thighs. His tank top complimented the bulging muscles in his arms and shoulders perfectly.
The mirrored sunglasses he was wearing prevented her from seeing his eyes, and it was his eyes that she most wanted to see.
Mya suddenly realized that she had been holding her breath, and now she had to consciously force air into her lungs. When she had decided to search for David Bray, she’d prepared herself to expect the unexpected, but she had in no way been prepared for what she was feeling now.
She was nervous, and even a little afraid, but most of all there was an overwhelming feeling of utter bliss.
A week ago she’d have scoffed at the notion of love at first sight, but since that afternoon that she’d seen David Bray drive by on his bike, she’d been unable to get him out of her mind. Her thoughts of him had grown obsessive since she’d realized that he had been the one to help her after her accident.
Now here he was, only a few feet away, and she had his full attention. Mya’s knees grew weak and she cursed herself inwardly because she was unable to stop them from shaking.
What the hell was wrong with her?
David Bray was just a guy. Sure, he was breathtakingly attractive, but still just a guy. But if he was just another guy, why did she suddenly feel like a schoolgirl who had just stumbled across her favorite teen heartthrob?
While she studied him, she got the distinct impression that he was even more surprised to see her, than she was to see him. She also had the uncanny feeling that if he’d known she was in the store, he wouldn’t have stopped.
But why ?
He’d gone out of his way to help her, but now she was picking up vibes she couldn’t understand. It was as if she were the very last person that he’d expected or wanted to see.
The two of them stood there staring at each other for what seemed an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a minute. It was the sound of the cashier’s voice that brought her out of that moment of suspended animation.
“This lady says she needs to talk to someone in Sinapu .” The store clerk’s voice cracked as he spoke.
Mya still couldn’t take her eyes from him, and though she knew she should say something, she couldn’t make her tongue form any words. Instead, she continued gaping at him like a terrified child.
“Who is it that you are looking for?” he asked in a voice so low that it might as well have been a whisper.
Swallowing hard, Mya tried to think of something to say. She finally decided that the best thing to do was to just come out with it. “I’m here to see you.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Okay … let’s talk,” he told her, opening the door.
He waited for her to exit the store before following her out.
Mya wasn’t thrilled about having a conversation with him under the hot sun, so she asked, “Do you mind if we sit in my car?”
“We can do that,” he said before opening the door and getting into the passenger seat.
Mya got in the car. She was trying hard to appear casual, but in reality she was terrified. She wasn’t even sure why she was so nervous.
Clearing her throat, Mya took a deep breath. “I wanted to thank you for helping me the other night. If it wasn’t for you … I don’t know how long it would have been before someone showed up.” Mya hated the way her voice cracked when she tried to talk.
Now he smiled, revealing a set of dazzling
When Mya turned to see what the cashier was looking at, she felt her heart drop to the floor. He was standing at the door - staring at her, as if he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing.
Chapter Six
David Bray was just as gorgeous as she remembered from the first time she saw him, maybe even more so. He wore black riding boots and blue jeans that were just tight enough that she could make out the thick muscles of his thighs. His tank top complimented the bulging muscles in his arms and shoulders perfectly.
The mirrored sunglasses he was wearing prevented her from seeing his eyes, and it was his eyes that she most wanted to see.
Mya suddenly realized that she had been holding her breath, and now she had to consciously force air into her lungs. When she had decided to search for David Bray, she’d prepared herself to expect the unexpected, but she had in no way been prepared for what she was feeling now.
She was nervous, and even a little afraid, but most of all there was an overwhelming feeling of utter bliss.
A week ago she’d have scoffed at the notion of love at first sight, but since that afternoon that she’d seen David Bray drive by on his bike, she’d been unable to get him out of her mind. Her thoughts of him had grown obsessive since she’d realized that he had been the one to help her after her accident.
Now here he was, only a few feet away, and she had his full attention. Mya’s knees grew weak and she cursed herself inwardly because she was unable to stop them from shaking.
What the hell was wrong with her?
David Bray was just a guy. Sure, he was breathtakingly attractive, but still just a guy. But if he was just another guy, why did she suddenly feel like a schoolgirl who had just stumbled across her favorite teen heartthrob?
While she studied him, she got the distinct impression that he was even more surprised to see her, than she was to see him. She also had the uncanny feeling that if he’d known she was in the store, he wouldn’t have stopped.
But why ?
He’d gone out of his way to help her, but now she was picking up vibes she couldn’t understand. It was as if she were the very last person that he’d expected or wanted to see.
The two of them stood there staring at each other for what seemed an eternity, but couldn’t have been more than a minute. It was the sound of the cashier’s voice that brought her out of that moment of suspended animation.
“This lady says she needs to talk to someone in Sinapu .” The store clerk’s voice cracked as he spoke.
Mya still couldn’t take her eyes from him, and though she knew she should say something, she couldn’t make her tongue form any words. Instead, she continued gaping at him like a terrified child.
“Who is it that you are looking for?” he asked in a voice so low that it might as well have been a whisper.
Swallowing hard, Mya tried to think of something to say. She finally decided that the best thing to do was to just come out with it. “I’m here to see you.”
A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Okay … let’s talk,” he told her, opening the door.
He waited for her to exit the store before following her out.
Mya wasn’t thrilled about having a conversation with him under the hot sun, so she asked, “Do you mind if we sit in my car?”
“We can do that,” he said before opening the door and getting into the passenger seat.
Mya got in the car. She was trying hard to appear casual, but in reality she was terrified. She wasn’t even sure why she was so nervous.
Clearing her throat, Mya took a deep breath. “I wanted to thank you for helping me the other night. If it wasn’t for you … I don’t know how long it would have been before someone showed up.” Mya hated the way her voice cracked when she tried to talk.
Now he smiled, revealing a set of dazzling
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