Beyond Breathless
JAMIE MCNAMARA STOOD on the street outside Grand
Central Station and shook her head in disbelief. Two million commuters were sharing the same miserable situation. Stranded, stuck, marooned in Manhattan.
Why today? Of all days. Why not tomorrow, when Connecticut really didn't matter?
"It's not an insurmountable problem," said a deep, ear-tickling voice behind her, obviously not privy to the rage that was precariously close to boiling over inside her.
Insurmountable.Yeah, right. Like she could just walk the ninety-five miles from Grand Central to Stamford--in Jimmy Choo heels, no less. Not in this lifetime.
Jamie whirled around, partially to condemn the smug voice, but there were parts of her--devious, womanly parts, that wanted to see if the face matched the vocal chords.
"Thank you for that bit of blind optimism," she said, caught by the serious, dark eyes. Almost black. Then she noticed the suit, the leather briefcase, the same gray jacket that had nearly run over her earlier as she'd dashed for what was the last running train.
Very hot, but very rude.
Just her luck. People talked about the luck of ... read full excerpt from: Beyond Breathless ebook
