Sunday, May 5, 2013

Beacon of Love by Allie Boniface - The First (and Second) Meetings!

OK, I know you're do a big-city travel show host and a quiet, small-town handyman get together? Well, here's their first meeting (from her POV) and their second (from his). Enjoy!

Sophie lowered her window and checked for rain. “We’re a half-mile away from town. We’re not going all the way back to--“ She tried to think of the last actual town, with lights and restaurants and hotels, they’d passed through. “We’re not turning around.” She opened her door, placed one foot on the ground, and almost fell onto her ass.

“Ma’am, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

But Sophie threw both arms onto the roof of the car to catch herself. “I’m all right.” She stopped to get her breath and her balance. “I’m going to walk up a little ways, see if I can find out what’s going on. I’ll come right back, I promise.”


Sophie shut the door behind her. At least the rain had stopped, though in places the mud sucked onto the bottom of her shoes and made the going slow. Stupid decision, she thought about ten strides in, but the air felt good on her face, better than being trapped in the claustrophobic backseat.

“Hey!” A man waving his arms up ahead pointed at her. “Stop walking! Right there. Stop!”

Sophie kept going.

At that, he dropped his arms and strode toward her, the giant from earlier. Actually, out here he wasn’t quite as huge as he’d seemed before. He wasn’t seven feet tall but closer to six and a half, and his mouth looked kinder, not like he wanted to swallow up the entire contents of a banquet table in one sitting. In fact, standing on the road, face to face with her, he seemed almost--

“Didn’t you see me?” He put one hand on her shoulder and pinned her in place. “Didn’t you see the truck up there? And the power lines?”

The truck? Yes. The power lines? No. But now that she looked, a heavy black cable blocked the road.

“You can’t just go walking around in your--“ His gaze dropped to her shoes, expensive flats with gold and black zebra stripes that looked terrific on camera but a little out of place on a muddy country road.

“You should go back and wait in your car,” he finished gruffly. “It’s safer there.” He pushed the hair from his forehead, which did nothing to stop the rain from dripping down his face. His eyes, large and brown and curious, rested on hers a moment longer before he turned and walked away without another word.


“Lucas Oakes.” The voice came from above, and he turned to see her standing on the landing between the second and third floors. “The guy who told me to stay in the car and mind my own business.”

His face warmed. “Just trying to keep you safe. Power lines down, no one oughta be walking around in the dark.”

“Mm hmm.” She came down the stairs, taking her time, placing one bare foot before the other. No fur-trimmed robe, no high heels, just a t-shirt and short shorts revealing an exquisite pair of legs and a slim figure that needed his hands running down it. And up it. And along all those curves she wasn’t bothering to hide.

His thoughts fuzzed, but he chalked it up to the long day and two beers at the bar.

“I didn’t know when we met you’d end up being my knight in shining armor.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He kept his eyes on hers, not on her cleavage or her mouth or, God help him, the length of her leg he could see just about all of.

“I need a favor, Lucas Oakes.” She wasn’t short, maybe five-four or five-five, but she still had to look up at him. After a minute she retraced her path and climbed two steps so she met him eye to eye.

“Yeah?” He fought a grin. Everyone else walked around Lindsey Point craning their necks at him or making comments about the weather up there. She just got as close to his level as she could.

“Yeah. You’re a cameraman,” she said.

“Ah, what?” Not what he’d expected.

“You did camera work for almost two years when there was a local cable show here.”

He shrugged. “That was a long time ago.”

“Not that long.” She smiled, and he saw in that instant what the camera loved. Quiet desire slipped through him, gone almost before he realized it. But there. Holy hell, definitely there. His fingers twitched, wanting both to touch her and to reach for the door and get out of the bed and breakfast before he did something embarrassing. Like run his thumb along her jaw. Or move the hair from her eyes. Or rip that t-shirt clean off her body and let his tongue dance down the lines of her torso...
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Debby said...

Interesting meetings.
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Allie Boniface said...
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Allie Boniface said...

Thanks for dropping by!!