Cursed By Love
runner than the over-inflated look-at-me muscles of a football player or body builder.
Totally absorbed in his work and monumentally indifferent to her appearance in his world, he didn’t look up as Molly dropped into a chair. She cleared her throat and waited for him to look up.
No response--unless his taking a sip of bottled water could be considered a response.
Darn, no one to talk to. She sighed and wished her mom had accompanied her the way they’d planned. Fascinating though the experience had been so far, she had no doubt that sharing it with someone would be more fun.
And although she’d been poked with a weathervane, attacked by an unruly set of bagpipes, and jabbed with a revolutionary war sword before she’d been funneled into the queue for Asian antiquities, she’d much rather be out in the crowded auditorium with all those interesting people than in this dull space with a silent workaholic.
As she searched through her apple-appliquéd canvas tote for the self-help manual she’d been poring over for the past two days, a tinny rendition of ‘When You Wish Upon a Star’ interrupted her. She groped around the bottomof the bag for her phone, but before she located it, the guy in the
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corner stretched out his leg while he reached into his pants’ pocket and pulled out his cell.
Hmmm. They had the same cartoon tune to personalize their cell phone rings? What kind of sign was that? If it was any kind of sign at all.
She checked the message screen of her phone while he did the same. Nothing on hers. She wasn’t the one getting a call.
Now that he no longer had his head buried in his laptop, Molly’s curiosity got the best of her and she openly took stock of his better-than-average looks. Gorgeous looks, in fact. Perfectly gorgeous, really, if one liked that sort of boyishly attractive Ben Affleck-type.
Not to her taste, but she quickly absorbed his more obvious attributes. Strong jaw with just a hint of five o’clock shadow. Brown eyes that looked intelligent and guarded at first glance, but took her breath away as they flashed for just a moment with something dark and complex. He blinked and the look disappeared, leaving Molly to wonder if it had ever existed.
Her perusal continued to his thick close-cropped brown hair that would feel springy beneath her fingertips. To his shapely lips that twisted with wry resignation.
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