seen. A thick and glossy
mane of pale cream-silver.
In that instance, all of her fantasies about
the Forsythe boys were shattered. They were nothing compared to the
vision of male perfection before her.
She abruptly realized that her friends had
continued on to the car as she’d been shamelessly staring. So with
a small whimper, she hurried to catch up.
"Hi guys, I guess I lost you in the crowd,"
Beth waved as they approached, playing as if she hasn't
intentionally abandoned them all to chase down her male companion.
"This is Johnny, he's new in town. Johnny, these are my friends.
Judy, Karen, and the brunette is Elizabeth, but she prefers
Liz."
As Beth began introductions, sapphire blue
eyes flashed up to greet the newcomers. His searching gaze
flickered from girl to girl, before capturing and focusing upon
Liz.
A dizzy rush of heat and pleasure flooded
through her body, turning her cheeks pink and sending her heart
skipping into her ribs. No man had ever looked at her that way. As
if she were a fat and sassy lamb, and he were a starving lion.
His eyes devoured her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you.” Full lips
curled up into a slow and sexy as hell smile that made everything
and everyone else around them seem to fade a few colors. With that
intense gaze focused on her, Liz found it hard to see anything
else.
But he wasn’t just gorgeous. There was a
smooth grace to the way that he moved as well, even shifting his
weight from one side to the other.
He had an elegance and balance that reminded
her of a large feline, which she found utterly fascinating. She
could easily imagine him in some exotic country, walking with
lions.
"Johnny was just telling me about how he
plans to rent the old Bailey house on Liz's street." She was so
focused on the man, Beth’s voice almost failed to reach her.
"You'll be neighbors Liz, isn't that great?"
She managed a mute nod.
"Why on earth would you want to live in
Aspire?" Judy broke in, sounding appalled. "This has to be the most
boring town in the entire state of New York."
"I'm a biology major," he explained without
the slightest hint of offense. "I'm doing a study on how the
pollution from the larger cities south of here might affect
wildlife in this area."
"Pollution?" Karen asked with a confused
frown.
"It's not something you probably hear a lot
about this far north," he explained. "But it's becoming a big deal
in larger cities. In fact, a couple of years ago it got so bad in
London they estimated that around four thousand people died
prematurely and a hundred thousand more became ill. They called it
the Great Smog. There was pollution in the air so thick you could
hardly see more than a stone's throw in any direction."
"Is that for real?" Karen asked, growing a
shade paler. "Is that pollution stuff here?"
"Probably," he admitted, "but only in a very
diluted form. You don't have to worry about getting ill from
it."
"That sounds like a dangerous job," Judy
considered, tilting her head as if she were seeing him for the
first time, a glimmer of newfound fascination in her eyes.
"Not at all," he assured Liz, oblivious to
the disappointment it caused Judy. "It's no more dangerous than
waking up and taking a long hike through the woods each day."
A flicker of light on the big screen warned
that the movie would soon be starting.
"I'll let you ladies enjoy your evening," he
smiled at Liz again. "I better be getting back to my own
vehicle."
"See you around," Beth called after him as
he walked away.
"He's gorgeous," Karen sighed. "But I think
he has the hots for Liz. Did you see how he kept looking at
her?"
"Like a lovesick puppy," Beth beamed. "And
look what I got."
She fished a crumpled napkin from her pocket
and waved it at them.
"I snatched it out of the trash after he
threw it away. You can even see the smudge where he wiped off his
mouth."
"Beth!" Gaped Liz, "Why on earth would you
do something like that?"
"I needed something that belonged to a
handsome stranger for
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