Okay. So this didn’t go as planned.
I took a deep breath calming my racing heart from the shock of my sudden escape. Clearly Harold and I needed to have a talk. If he was going to continue hanging around he would have to improve his early warnings. But that was a concern for another day.
I turned to my rescuer as he too caught his breath. Six foot with broad shoulders, his arms were almost as thick as my thighs. His brown hair was wavy, almost curly, and I immediately wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through it.
Where did that come from?
His dark eyes scrutinized me: confusion, anger, shock, lust, revulsion…it all seemed to flicker in his gaze. Honestly I wasn’t sure what to think about the last two.
“So are you going to tell me why you’re here?” he finally asked his
