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  Shock had her gasping for air, and the rush of adrenaline from the collision made her shake.

  “I’m so sorry,” the guy holding her was saying.

  She was stunned stupid. Her gaze was fixed on the guy’s throat, which was at her eye level. Her senses were on overload as she registered the heady, masculine smell of soap and sweat, her body rapidly taking note of the feel of hard muscles…everywhere. She was surrounded by them. His chest? Hard. The arms that were still holding her tight? Hard. The thighs that were brushing against hers?

  Yup. Hard.

  She might as well have been cuddling up to a statue. Her breath caught in her throat. Cuddling. Why was she cuddling? She willed herself to move, but to no avail.

  He really did have a good grip.

  Instead she tilted her head back and found herself gazing into the bluest, most beautiful eyes she’d ever seen. They were squinting down at her, flickering over her face as if to assess for damage. “Are you okay?” he asked.

  She opened her mouth and nothing came out.

  No, no, no. Now was not the time to freak out and lose the ability to speak. “I’m fine.”

  It came out as little more than a squeak, but at least it was something.

  She pushed against the stone wall of his chest with her trapped forearms, and this time he let her go. Stumbling back a step, she finally got a full view of the man who’d tried to steamroll her, and…oh my.

  She clamped her mouth shut, saying a silent prayer that no drool had escaped. He looked way too good for a small town. He looked better than the models and actors back in Los Angeles. Tall and tanned, his eyes were still slightly crinkled up at the corners, but this time it wasn’t in concern, it was because he was smiling at her.

  The smile made little indentations next to his mouth—not quite dimples, but adorable nonetheless. They softened the look of a nose that had a tiny bump, as though it had been broken once or twice over the years. His mouth…oh dear.

  Do not look at his mouth.

  Too late.

  “I really am so sorry,” he said again, those bright blue eyes so full of regret, and so very focused on her.

  The weight of his stare had heat creeping up her neck. She knew what he was seeing, a mousy, short brunette with a messy ponytail and wire-rimmed glasses. A hottie she was not. She didn’t normally mind her average looks, but in the midst of this man’s overwhelming hotness, it took everything she had not to throw herself to her knees in a terrible Wayne’s World impersonation. We’re not worthy!

  His eyes took it all in—including the oversized cardigan that was way too heavy for this sunny June morning, but which had been necessary in the arctic air-conditioning of Vanessa’s apartment building. She could only hope the hem of her sundress was visible, otherwise she might have looked like she was naked underneath.

  That thought had her shifting uncomfortably, tugging at her dress. “Sorry,” she mumbled. Though why she was apologizing, she couldn’t say.

  He made no move to walk away. If he kept watching her like that her discomfort would explode into a full-blown, painful blush that would only make her that much more embarrassed. It was a vicious cycle, really. Attention led to furious blushing which led to even more attention and a level of shyness that was crippling in its agony.

  It was probably best for everyone if she just ran now.

  Ducking her head, she stooped down to pick up the scattered letters. Each was addressed to a different friend in a different country. Pen pals. Most people gave up on that in grade school, but Addison’s pen pal friendships were still going strong.

  One, two—she stopped mid-reach for the third letter because the handsome stranger had crouched down beside her and already nabbed it. He was holding it out to her with a smile.

  “Thank you,” she managed in a whisper as she snatched it from his grasp.

  He came to a stand. “It’s the least I can do.”

  His hand popped back into view right in front of her face again. He was just offering to help her up, but his proximity was intimidating enough—she wasn’t sure she could touch a hot guy and live to tell. Men who were too handsome were mildly terrifying to Addison. And this guy? He was way too handsome. Some part of her brain had already gone on red alert. Run away, it screamed.

  So she did.

  Or rather…she tried to.

  Instead, she found her path to the post office blocked by the hottie, who’d shifted slightly so he now stood between her and air-conditioned freedom.

  Her head was still tucked down so she was staring at their feet. Her sandals and his running sneakers. He was wearing mesh shorts and a navy T-shirt. He’d been running.

  He’d been running when he ran into her.

  He literally ran into her.

  She swallowed down a ridiculous, hysterical, panicky giggle. She thought about side-stepping around him but his hand entered her line of vision again. “Colton Parker,” he said.

  She lifted her head to meet his eyes as she slipped her hand into his for the second time. She might have been shy, but she wasn’t rude. “Addie—er, Addison—um—” Oh mercy, no one stumbled over their name this much. “Macks,” she finally managed.

  She and Vanessa had decided it might be best if she used her mother’s maiden name while she was staying in Cyrano. Reginald wasn’t an uncommon name, but if she was trying to start over, out from under her father’s shadow, there was no reason to announce the fact that she was his daughter.

  Still, this was the first time she’d had to introduce herself and she realized that perhaps she needed some practice.

  She tried to take her hand back but he held on. His large hand was rough with callouses and unbearably warm.

  It was hot outside, and this cardigan wasn’t helping. Was it obvious that she was sweating? She felt like it was obvious.

  “Nice to meet you,” she managed with a smile.

  “You too, Addison.” Something about the way he said her name made her even hotter. She was going to burst into flames if she didn’t get away from him.

  “I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new to town?” he asked.

  She pulled her hand back and starting walking around him. “Yes.”

  “Maybe I could show you around sometime,” he said.

  She’d reached the door and realized he was right behind her. “Um, that’s okay. Thanks, though.”

  “Come on, it’s the least I can do.” His smile was…well, it was breathtaking. That squinty look he was giving her, like she was the only person on the planet. Like she was adorable and sexy and not at all wearing the frumpiest cardigan known to man.

  A smile like that could definitely take her breath away.

  It also sent her into a panic. Her hand flapped like a fish in the general direction of the door handle until her fingers touched the cold metal. “You don’t need to do anything, really. It’s no big deal.”

  “Let me get your number,” he said, but she already had the door open and was halfway inside.

  “No need,” she said, her smile widening as she tried to politely extricate herself from this bizarre situation. “It’s fine, really.”

  He took the door from her and pushed it open farther for her, which prompted her to lose her balance slightly so she stumbled into the post office with one last. “Thanks!”

  Why she was thanking him? She wasn’t sure. For making her lose her balance, she supposed.

  The woman behind the counter and the three customers in line had turned to watch her clumsy entry. Liquid fire spread up into her cheeks again as she muttered another unnecessary apology out of habit.

  When all eyes had moved to the front again, she let out a long exhale and risked a peek at the door.

  The hottie was gone. Colton, that was his name. Colton. She felt a smile tugging at her lips now that he was gone. There was a very good chance that Colton would be the new leading man in her more juvenile daydreams.

  It wasn’t like she still believed in white k
nights and happily ever afters, but she still held a soft spot for fairy tales. And that guy, with his bright blue eyes and almost-dimples? He looked like he’d walked right off the set of a Disney film.

  An elderly woman in front of her chuckled softly. “Honey, if Colton Parker ever hit on me like that, I’d be a big ball of flustered, too.”

  She let out a shocked laugh at the woman’s teasing. Her hair might have been white, and her skin wrinkled, but the older lady’s eyes danced with youthful mischief.

  “Oh, he wasn’t—” she automatically started to protest.

  But then she stopped, her mouth still hanging open as that last awkward moment replayed itself in her memory.

  He’d asked for her number.

  He’d offered to show her around town.

  Her lungs expanded so quickly she thought her chest might burst with happiness. He had been hitting on her.

  And she’d been too nervous to notice.

  She grinned at the older lady who was still laughing at her, but not unkindly.

  Probably for the best that she hadn’t realized he was hitting on her. There was no way she would have handled that situation smoothly, and if she’d gotten any more flustered she might have made it even worse.

  She probably would have sprinted in the opposite direction.

  Still, she thought, clutching her envelopes to her chest with a silly grin. Colton Parker had hit on her. And she’d made a friend of sorts in line at the post office.

  All in all, she’d say her first day on her own was shaping up to be a success.

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