My heart literally skipped a beat. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It had been eight years since I watched him drive away, taking bits of my broken heart with him. Those brown eyes, those full lips making my insides flutter as they had done all those years ago. I wanted to run, but for some reason I couldn’t get my feet to move. Oh God, please! I thought, don’t let him recognize me. As he walked closer, fight or flight finally kicked in. I made my move, turning abruptly and bumping right into a man behind me, spilling my coffee all over my beige silk blouse.
“I’m sorry,” I stammered to the man. I bent down to pick my coffee cup off the floor as quickly as I could. A hand came down on mine, and a very familiar current sparked. Slowly I lifted my eyes, and was staring into the most gorgeous honey brown eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Where are you running off to, Layla?” He asked in his deep, sultry voice. I knew without a shadow of a doubt, I was done for again. Head over red high heels.