Chapter 4
At first, she’s nothing more than a jumble of red linen shirt and a huge cream hat with red roses stumbling toward me.
When I manage to steady her and she looks up into my eyes, it’s my whole world that tilts.
I wish I could stop my heart from beating too fast and my skin from feeling hot.
After a pause, I let my hands slowly fall down and step back. Not far, but enough that I can breathe again.
And like a kaleidoscope coming into focus, I’m struck with that sense of déjà vu, of recognition. Of familiarness.
Have I met her before?
No. I would remember that innocent looking face, the hint of vulnerability in her cinnamon eyes, and that sexy, decadent pink rosebud mouth.
I have a strange feeling, like I can…trust her even though she’s a woman and a stranger.
Obviously, it’
