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RACHEL
Finally, I caught sight of him. Matt, I corrected myself. He had a name and it was Matt. Or Mr. Something-or-other, and it wasn’t Mr. Hottie.
He was talking to one of the other riders and though there were buckle bunnies hovering nearby, he didn’t seem to notice them. I forced myself to take a step in his direction, and then another. One more step and he caught sight of me. Oh, holy jeez. His eyes were a steel gray and they landed on me with the intensity and accuracy of a missile guidance system. For a second, I couldn’t breathe and my feet faltered.
Boss. Boss. Boss.
My whole body seemed to go haywire as those eyes assessed me. Without looking away, he said something to the rider and the other man walked off.
The path was clear. He stood waiting for me to finish crossing t
