Excerpt Saving Me
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“You….” she whispered.
This blind date had to be some kind of elaborate, cruel joke. Michael Brannan had single-handedly caused her the worst humiliation in her life. In an instant, she vividly recalled the laughter and whispers directed at her as the mean girls made her last month of high school the worst sort of hell. Blinking, she watched in horror as he walked toward her. At any minute, her already-frayed nerves would snap. So many emotions converged on her at once: the trauma of high school, the stress of her hectic work schedule, and the terror of an unknown stalker. Seeing the boy who’d broken her heart—making it impossible to trust men—almost put her over the edge. From the time she’d met Michael in their freshman English class, she’d had a huge crush on the ginger-haired football star, and he’d humiliated her in front of the entire senior class.
“Angel? Is that really you?”
She stumbled back as he moved closer.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she blurted.
“I’m meeting someone. What are you doing—”
“Who?” she asked.
“I don’t know her name. It’s supposed be a blind date. Why?”
“Oh, hell no! Not again! Not you…anybody but you.”
He grabbed her as she turned away. While Michael touching her had been something she’d longed for the entire time they’d been in high school, right now it made her white hot with fury. Without thinking, she spun around, balled her fist, and punched him as hard as she could.
As she drew her arm back, when she tried to yank free, her Pandora bracelet caught and broke, spilling the charms all over the wooden porch floor. Michael’s eyes widened, and his gaze followed the broken jewelry as it rolled away.
“Angel, I’m sorry. I deserve that,” he said as his hold slackened.
“I hate you!” she screamed, breaking free and rearing back again, the jewelry forgotten.
The cobalt eyes that had charmed her back in the day now sparked with dangerous anger. He caught her wrist in a death grip and yanked her closer, causing her to lose her balance. Measuring six feet in five-inch heels, she tilted her head back to meet his eyes. She’d tried to forget how tall and strong he was. In an instant, the powerful, taut football player who could make her damp when he’d pull her against him in a light, friendly hug came back to her with sharp clarity. Was it possible he’d gotten stronger over the years?
“I don’t give a fuck,” he growled. “You owe me a date. After making me wait for an hour, you will see this thing through. Am I clear?”
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