Lexi was dozing in the early afternoon sun when it happened.
A boy on the beach, scrambling to return a long hit, came flying backward from the volleyball court, his head on a collision course with the corner of her heavy wooden lounge chair. Without hesitation she lunged forward, thrusting her hands and forearms between his head and the hard edge of the seat.
Her wrists took the brunt of the hit. She'd be bruised and scraped, but at least his head was in one piece. As she leaned over him, his inky hair slid softly through her fingers. She didn't realize she'd been holding her breath until his eyes opened wide. They were a stunning ocean blue, framed by thick black lashes. They looked full of wonder. Something popped like a spark inside her as she inhaled sharply.
"Am I dead, then?" He had an English accent.
She smiled, "Of course not. Why do you ask?"
"Because I'm looking at an angel."
He gave a wide grin and her heart gave a lurch as the deepest and most perfectly round dimples she had ever seen appeared in his cheeks.
Oh boy, she thought, this could be dangerous.
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Ready to Run
RomanceWhen Lexi West saved a young man from injury, her actions were instinctive. She could never have imagined that those instincts would spark a chain of events that put her on the A-List, brought her the love of two vastly different men, and filled her...
