Chance Encounter
Theo Savakis had his feet on the ground when he saw her. Lucky for him. He needed solid ground. She moved like a dancer, was model tall, but not model thin. A bright sundress fell loosely over lush curves but was kind enough to leave bare her elegantly constructed calves. A topknot of coppery gold showed off the graceful curve of her neck, and skin like cream glistened faintly from the combination of heat and humidity.
She was like a ray of light, a sunbeam lighting up a world he didn’t know was dark.
He’d looked at women and felt desire, but he’d never felt like this and he hadn’t even seen her face.
He willed her to look at him, instead of the bistro’s façade, and as if she felt him as clearly as he felt her, she glanced back, giving him a brief look at a face that
