Second Chance with Love Read Free Page B

rove to where Melanie and her companion stood to discover them now seated. How did she do it? How was she so comfortable , she wondered, here I sit in front of the most incredibly handsome man I've ever seen, much less spoken to, and I feel stupid?
    "I’m majoring in photography, but I’m so not enthused on all of the papers I have to write,” stated Hilda, at the same time she wondered at her rapid dampening palms. She needed to behave more like he did and not be so anxious. "What about me suggested that I was an artist?" she asked.
    "I can't say for sure, but something about the way your glance touches on things. Your eyes look alive, as if they would like to transform the world. At the same time, I also noticed you turn inward. You're an introvert, for certain,” Nathan said.
    "You've seen all of that in such a short time?" Hilda didn't believe what he said was merely to chat her up; there was something deeper. One single glance from his eyes communicated something to her that she had never seen but sometimes felt in her 18 years.
    "How could I not?" he acknowledged.
    And how could she not see his eyes.
     
     
     
    Nathan watched her smoothing over the rumpled book. He didn't know why he was reacting like this to her. He had other matters to attend to, such as Mr. Grady, and yet again his choices were stumped by his thoughts about his family. They would be concerned if Gerald Grady offered him a place in his firm, and if he accepted. Gerald Grady was a man most believed to be driven by greed. Nathan had a lot on his mind.
    He told himself that he shouldn't be here. But an undeniable attraction pulled him to Hilda. And it wasn't just her remarkable hazel eyes and pale delicate skin that caused his heart to beat harder, it was something beyond her beauty. He could not explain why she affected him. It made him both afraid and captivated.
    "Excuse me, I just need to head to the restroom." Hilda got up, her face glowing red. Nathan watched her collect her bag. “I won't be long,” she promised.
    "No worries,” Nathan's deep voice stated.
    He knew she liked him, but she was so nervous and he felt it'd be hard to open her up. She left the table. At least she had left her book, Nathan observed. Maybe his honesty had not caused her to take flight as he first imagined. Otherwise she wouldn't have left her book.
    Nathan looked down at the book. Then something caught his eye. He was unsure why he had taken an interest in the paper in between the covers of her book. As if his hand had a mind of its own, as if that mind were merely curious, his hand slightly opened the book. Nathan drew his fingers along the edge to discover the letter. Reading the first few words, held his breath. Nathan replaced it, feeling moved and guilty. He immediately regretted his actions and bit back a curse.
    His text tones blared.
    Startled, Nathan almost freaked. A message, Nathan , had to remind himself. It said: Mr. Grady wants to meet you this weekend!
    He couldn't quite get a handle on the situation. What did Mr. Grady want? He understood that if Mr. Grady took him on in his firm, he'd be making a whole heap of money. Excitement pulsed through him. He'd have everything he'd ever dreamed.
    Nathan raised his eyes. Hilda stood at the table.
    Their eyes said it all.
    “How about I take you someplace away from here?” Nathan whispered, and even with the chatter in the room, she seemed to hear clearly, because her eyes widened.
    “Sure,” Hilda replied in a whisper.
     
     
     
    He waited with baited breath. With every step his heart scrambled and floundered, but nothing, not a hand on his shoulder, nor the blaring sound of sirens, or the desperate cry of “stop!” Let them look, he thought, as he waltzed out the entrance weary of every passerby’s chance glance or occasional car that drove by. Why would anyone be suspicious? He wondered. He never looked over his shoulder. Let them stare, there is nothing to be worried about.
    Hilda walked