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“Are you hungry? Thirsty?”
“Could I have some water?” I mentioned. I wasn’t really thirsty, but a moment to myself would be good.
“Of course.” He nodded, and just as he was about to walk out of the room, he turned and brought my luggage over to me. “Where would you like me to put this?”
“Oh!” Wow, he was a gentleman. “Umm, thank you, I got it.”
“You sure? It’s heavy.”
“I’m sure,” I reassured him with a tight smile.
I’d just met him, and I had no idea why I felt like crying at the idea he was so put off by me. His hand rose like he was about to touch me, but he quickly shoved it into the front pocket of his black denim jeans.
“I know I haven’t said it yet, but… thank you for doing this. You’re really helping me out of a jam.”
Out of a jam. Of course, that’s all this was about.
He’d been honest and explained about the clause in the loan his grandfather had added and why he needed a wife. That’s what this was. A way out of a jam. Nothing more.
I needed to keep reminding myself of that.
“No problem. You’re helping me, too,” I reminded, and he nodded slowly.
“Let me go get you water.” He hurried out like he wanted to be anywhere else but with me.
And man, that stung!
March
Istood in my kitchen and stared at the cup of water I should have taken to Sunny over twenty minutes ago like it held all the answers to the meaning of life.
But it didn’t.
If anything, I was drowning in my thoughts. I couldn’t get myself to move. How the hell was this my life? How the hell was it possible?
I’d arrived early to the airport. Nerves and the need to just get shit over with had been riding at my feet from the moment I left my cousin. As I’d leaned against a wall, my knee bent and boot against the wall, my eyes had drifted upward without a damn inkling that my life was about to completely change.
There was a pop of color—yellow. But not the bright neon safety wear yellow shade I was used to. This was a softer, more golden hue. I’d felt my brows bunch tight as I watched this gorgeous, curvy speck of a woman put on a coat that was way too flimsy for the the chill that waited for her outside.
And my heart had stopped.
From one damn look.
I’d felt like I’d been shot in the ass by Cupid himself.
And I hated it.
I’d never had such a visceral reaction to anyone, and the timing couldn’t have been worse.
Even so, I couldn’t stop looking at her. Watching her from afar as she descended the escalator. Her face rose, and just like that, our eyes connected. Not only had my body started to react, but I’d felt those dark chocolate eyes reach into my chest and touch my damn heart.
I was going to marry a stranger, and I’d just fallen in love with one. Just my fucking luck.
I waited, nailing my feet to the ground.
Once upon a time, in my twenties, I’d been a ladies' man. One who shamelessly bed-hopped all over town until it grew old. But that had changed a while ago. I tried to take my eyes off the bit of sunshine that had stolen my breath with one look, trying to figure out who my future bride could possibly be.
But somehow, something told me it was her.
