Believe The Magic
Chapter One
Feeling generous, I held the door for a man in a Chicago Bears sweatshirt.
"Thanks. Ah, wait," he said.
I paused, leaning forward to see what this guy wanted. Okay, really eager to see
what this guy wanted. I hadn't seen one this live in a coon's age. "Yeeesss?"
"You're Ella, Ella Mansfield, right?" And he was asking for me. My toes tingled.
"Yeeesss," I answered again, blinking. "You are?" Only the most handsome man in
the universe alive today and I want to jump your bones, cook your dinners and
have your babies.
Okay, I'd admit to thinking the first thought, but added the last two just to
make it not-so-cheap. My God, he looked good. In a bad boy kind of way. Hair
that looked like it intentionally fell into his eyes-and those eyes. Vivid green
framed by dark lashes, enhanced by thick eyebrows. Strong jaw lined with
stubble. He looked the type to wear black leather or even ripped up denim. Thank
God he didn't, because I don't think I'd be able to breathe faced with that
vision.
"Who are you?" I repeated, desperate to get my bearing and stop ogling the
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