I still didn't look at him. I was afraid if I did that, I would turn around, run back to him, and hurl myself into his arms.

Or maybe I had known him or maybe there's something that happens between some people at a level that goes beyond time measurements and what society thinks is proper. Maybe what had happened between Stark and me in those few minutes in the field house had been enough to have our souls recognize each other. Soul mates? Was that even possible?

As a successful romantic novelist - one of my publishers is Mills & Boon - I create the sort of male heroes that no woman could fail to adore and few real men could hope to emulate.

I'm a monster, not a moron.

merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again

Stark looked strong and healthy and totally gorgeous. I was distracting myself by wondering what exactly Scottish guys did, or didn't, wear under those kilts when he turned to face me. His smile lit up his eyes. "I can practically hear you thinking.

I still didn't look at him. I was afraid if I did that, I would turn around, run back to him, and hurl myself into his arms.