Page 7 of Sicilian Sunset


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Heishot, hot, hot.

My heart speeds up as I take him in. At a guess, he’s in his early thirties with hair just long enough to ruffle and run your fingers through.

Intelligent eyes, a well-groomed three-day stubble, full, kissable lips… perfection.

In his dark, tailored suit he towers over the other pedestrians. His body is strong and well built. For a moment, I let my imagination run wild and picture what he’d look like underneath his clothes. Hard, toned muscles, a ripped six pack and a well-defined V leading to his delicious, long and thick…

Jeez, get your head out of the gutter, Ella.

Still, my neglected girlie parts come to life in excitement.

The testosterone wafting from the man has me melting on the spot.

He’s the epitome of masculinity and oozes confidence, but my gut tells me he spells danger.

Yeah, he’s definitely dangerous to a woman’s heart. He probably breaks them left, right and center.

And check out those arm muscles. Not even his suit jacket can hide them fully. Oh, I want to be held by them while we let passion take over.

I bet he could make me feel rapture.

Jeez, Ella. Seriously?

I never think about strangers pinning me down and ravaging me. Still, I can’t help letting my gaze drift lower. He’s probably big everywhere.

A swarm of butterflies launches in my tummy. It’s like every dormant nerve in my body has suddenly come alive.

Lucky Miss Italy or whoever someone like him dates. She’s probably equally beautiful—a model, or a gorgeous actress. She won’t be an orphaned, half Austrian, half Irish dog trainer for the blind.

The object of my ogling now paces the sidewalk slowly up and down, listening more than speaking. Every one of his moves exudes power and command… and severe sternness. It’s clear he’s not someone you’d want to cross.

I’m horrified when I realize how long I’ve been standing there glued to the pavement, staring at this stranger. I take a deep breath to regain my composure.

Come on, Ella. Get on with it.

For a moment, I forget why I ventured over here, but the scent of the cannoli reaching my nose jolts my memory.

Right, get a table and order dessert.

I’m about to pull my phone from my bag to text Rhia where I’ve gone when I notice a black SUV traveling down the street. It seems to speed up the closer it gets and I don’t know why, but an ominous niggling blossoms in my gut.

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome has stopped his pacing and has his back turned to the street. He’s talking heatedly into the phone, clearly upset with something.

Walking closer to the café, I’m chewing on my lip as I watch the approaching car.

Then everything is happening lightning fast, yet seems to unfold in slow motion.

The driver of the SUV abruptly hits the accelerator and swerves onto the sidewalk.

Without thinking, I sprint towards the beautiful stranger, yelling, “Watch out!”

He looks up, startled, just as I reach him. Grabbing his arm, I tug him towards me with all my might.

The car narrowly misses his body.

As I pull him, he stumbles against me, and we both fall.

He shifts his body, and with a heavy thud, hits the cobblestone pavement shoulder first. Cushioning my landing, I land on top of him.

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