decent man, caught up in some bizarre misunderstanding.
Yet she couldn’t help wondering what would happen when he regained his memory.
Would he revert to his criminal ways? Would he use his powerful arms against her, adding murder to his long list of self-described dream-ravaged criminal activities?
Sara eyed her sleeping Tom. He mumbled something again, and then fell silent. What would happen to him if his pursuers caught up to him? Would they beat him again? Shoot him again?
She bit her lip, battling the sudden icy wave of terror she felt for his safety.
He’d told her to pretend she’d never seen him. But how could she pretend? His simple touch had set her body on fire, opening a new world.
A world filled with exciting sexual cravings she wasn’t sure she could ignore.
He was the first man she’d kissed since—
She shuddered involuntarily.
What had possessed her to do such a horrid thing? And with her husband’s wedding ring still on her finger.
Yet Tom’s kiss had felt so perfect.
Magical.
It made her forget her pain, if only for an instant. It reminded her there still was a life to live. And she didn’t have to live it the way she’d been doing so.
Sudden guilt overrode the sensuous kiss.
The truly wonderful kiss that she pressed like a treasured fragile flower in between the tender pages of her book. Another keepsake to add to her collection of shed hopes and unfulfilled dreams.
Chapter Four
Sara knew the direction her dream was heading yet she was helpless to stop it.
She’d been late for an exam in her still-life drawing class. Slept in because the storm had knocked out the power in her section of the city and screwed up the alarm on her clock radio.
Now as she quickly maneuvered her car through the downtown core of New York City, she spotted the flashing cruiser lights in her rearview mirror. At first, she figured they weren’t for her. After all, many people broke the rules of the road without being caught.
But the pursuing vehicle drew closer with lightning speed. Within seconds, the cruiser climbed within a few feet of her rear bumper.
“Dammit!” She pounded the wheel in frustration. “Now I’ll be really late.”
Biting her lip nervously, she pulled over to the curb. The police car followed suit and parked behind her. She stared into the rearview mirror as a tall, stocky officer got out of the cruiser and slowly headed toward the driver’s side where she quickly rolled down the window. Her pulse quickened when she stared up into his gorgeous cornflower blue eyes.
Easy, Sara. She heard the low warning inside her head. This could be the guy for you. She would have laughed out loud if she wasn’t sure the officer would write her a ticket for doing that too.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he drawled.
So polite. He probably had to be in his line of work. But he didn’t have to be so cute.
“May I see your driver’s license please?”
Sara swallowed hard and groped inside her purse with terribly shaky fingers, quickly finding her license. She tried to tell herself the shakiness was only excitement due to an imminent ticket, but deep down she knew it wasn’t true. The man literally made her swoon.
“I’m sorry, officer. I’m late for my art class. Last night’s storm knocked out the power and my alarm clock didn’t go off and now I’m late for my final exam.”
She handed him her driver’s license.
His face screwed into puzzlement as he looked at the plastic-sheathed license.
“Sara Brady?”
Sara nodded. She recognized the look on his face. Many people reacted the same way when they discovered who they were talking to.
“The Sara Brady? The wildlife artist?”
Again Sara nodded, suddenly feeling really embarrassed. “One and only.”
Now she would really be late.
“Wow! I’ve seen your paintings. The ones you donated for the Police Charity Ball this Saturday night. They’re really lifelike. I enjoyed them. A lot.”
“I’m glad you did,
Yet she couldn’t help wondering what would happen when he regained his memory.
Would he revert to his criminal ways? Would he use his powerful arms against her, adding murder to his long list of self-described dream-ravaged criminal activities?
Sara eyed her sleeping Tom. He mumbled something again, and then fell silent. What would happen to him if his pursuers caught up to him? Would they beat him again? Shoot him again?
She bit her lip, battling the sudden icy wave of terror she felt for his safety.
He’d told her to pretend she’d never seen him. But how could she pretend? His simple touch had set her body on fire, opening a new world.
A world filled with exciting sexual cravings she wasn’t sure she could ignore.
He was the first man she’d kissed since—
She shuddered involuntarily.
What had possessed her to do such a horrid thing? And with her husband’s wedding ring still on her finger.
Yet Tom’s kiss had felt so perfect.
Magical.
It made her forget her pain, if only for an instant. It reminded her there still was a life to live. And she didn’t have to live it the way she’d been doing so.
Sudden guilt overrode the sensuous kiss.
The truly wonderful kiss that she pressed like a treasured fragile flower in between the tender pages of her book. Another keepsake to add to her collection of shed hopes and unfulfilled dreams.
Chapter Four
Sara knew the direction her dream was heading yet she was helpless to stop it.
She’d been late for an exam in her still-life drawing class. Slept in because the storm had knocked out the power in her section of the city and screwed up the alarm on her clock radio.
Now as she quickly maneuvered her car through the downtown core of New York City, she spotted the flashing cruiser lights in her rearview mirror. At first, she figured they weren’t for her. After all, many people broke the rules of the road without being caught.
But the pursuing vehicle drew closer with lightning speed. Within seconds, the cruiser climbed within a few feet of her rear bumper.
“Dammit!” She pounded the wheel in frustration. “Now I’ll be really late.”
Biting her lip nervously, she pulled over to the curb. The police car followed suit and parked behind her. She stared into the rearview mirror as a tall, stocky officer got out of the cruiser and slowly headed toward the driver’s side where she quickly rolled down the window. Her pulse quickened when she stared up into his gorgeous cornflower blue eyes.
Easy, Sara. She heard the low warning inside her head. This could be the guy for you. She would have laughed out loud if she wasn’t sure the officer would write her a ticket for doing that too.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he drawled.
So polite. He probably had to be in his line of work. But he didn’t have to be so cute.
“May I see your driver’s license please?”
Sara swallowed hard and groped inside her purse with terribly shaky fingers, quickly finding her license. She tried to tell herself the shakiness was only excitement due to an imminent ticket, but deep down she knew it wasn’t true. The man literally made her swoon.
“I’m sorry, officer. I’m late for my art class. Last night’s storm knocked out the power and my alarm clock didn’t go off and now I’m late for my final exam.”
She handed him her driver’s license.
His face screwed into puzzlement as he looked at the plastic-sheathed license.
“Sara Brady?”
Sara nodded. She recognized the look on his face. Many people reacted the same way when they discovered who they were talking to.
“The Sara Brady? The wildlife artist?”
Again Sara nodded, suddenly feeling really embarrassed. “One and only.”
Now she would really be late.
“Wow! I’ve seen your paintings. The ones you donated for the Police Charity Ball this Saturday night. They’re really lifelike. I enjoyed them. A lot.”
“I’m glad you did,
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