Page 6 of Twist of Fate
High cheekbones, pert, little nose, and a pouty pair of lips that would look great wrapped around my—shit. I can’t help it. It’s the first thing that comes to mind. She’s fuckingstunning. Her hair is blond, but even in the darkness, I can see hints of ginger.
And her body?
I glance down and immediately wish I hadn’t because now it’s not just her lips I’m thinking indecent thoughts about. It’s the whole damn package. Perfect round tits and a killer arse that I’m sure will make an appearance in my dreams later.
“I, uh—” My voice sputters and dies like a car stalling in the middle of a country road.Talk, you eejit.“I’m local. Could I help you find something?”
She smiles, biting down on that plump bottom lip, and just like that, I’m mesmerized. “Maybe. If I knew what I was looking for.”
“You know, there is an Irish saying that you’re never truly lost—just searching for something.”
“I think you made that up.” She laughs, her eyes crinkling as she glances up at me.
Now it’s my turn to smile, and as I do, I watch her take me in. Her gaze sweeps over every inch of my large frame. She must like what she sees because when her eyes meet mine, her tongue flicks out, and she slowly licks her bottom lip.
Jesus.
Traveling in and out of town every other week has done a number on my sex life, and I refuse to mix business with pleasure when I’m on the road, so to say it’s been a while is an understatement.
That’s got to be what this is, then.
Just my body reacting to a pretty girl.
Nothing more.
“Might have,” I concede with a nonchalant shrug. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not true.”
“Aren’t being lost and searching for something the same thing?” Her brow raises in a flirtatious challenge.
“Are they?”
She opens her mouth to respond but then holds back. She seems to think it over for a moment before finally answering, “I guess not.” Her lips press together briefly before a shy smile spreads across her face. “Thanks for the wise words.”
She begins to walk away, and I feel my heartbeat quicken with each step she takes in the opposite direction.
“Wait,” I call out. “Don’t you need directions?” I sound almost desperate to keep her here.
She turns back to me, and I let out an audible breath.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Nope,” she answers with a triumphant smile. “Why would I need directions if I’m not lost?”
Fuck. I did tell her that, didn’t I?
“Okay, but still—” I backpedal. This part of Dublin is relatively safe, up until a certain time of night, but even so…
She must sense my anxiety because she lets out a laugh. “I’m a modern traveler,” she assures me, holding out her phone and waving it in front of me. “I have Google Maps.”
“Right, yeah. Good.”
Still feeling panicked but knowing I have no reason to keep her, I say, “Hope you find what you’re looking for.”
“You too,” she answers before disappearing around the corner.
“I’m not searching for anything—” I call after her. But she’s already gone, and I’m alone.
Again.
