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straight, his mouth full and sensuous. At least his lower lip was. It didn’t take her long to recognize that this man was uncompromisingly male. His eyes held hers reluctantly, as if he, too, was caught in the same powerful trance.
    Neither of them moved, and although Shelly was convinced the breathless sensation she felt was a result of the fall, she couldn’t seem to breathe properly even now.
    ‘‘Miss, are you hurt?’’
    Reluctantly Shelly glanced up to find a security guard standing over her.
    ‘‘Um…I don’t think so.’’
    ‘‘Sir?’’
    ‘‘I’m fine.’’
    The arms that were holding hers securely loosened.
    ‘‘If we could have you both sit over here for a moment,’’ the guard instructed, pointing at a bench. ‘‘We have an ambulance on the way.’’
    ‘‘An ambulance? But I told you I’m not hurt,’’ she objected.
    The guard gently helped Shelly to her feet. Her legs were shaky and her breathing a bit uncertain, but otherwise she was unhurt.
    ‘‘Officer, there’s really no need—’’ the man who’d fallen with her protested.
    ‘‘Mall policy,’’ the guard interrupted. He hooked his thumbs into the wide leather belt and rocked gently back on his feet. ‘‘It’s standard procedure to have all accident victims checked immediately.’’
    ‘‘If you’re worried about a lawsuit—’’
    ‘‘I don’t make the rules,’’ the guard interrupted her rescuer once again. ‘‘I just see that they’re carried out. Now, if you’d both sit over here, the medical team will be here in a couple of minutes.’’
    ‘‘I don’t have time to wait,’’ Shelly cried. ‘‘I’m meeting someone.’’ She glanced longingly at the upper level, wondering how she could get word of her delay to Jill. It didn’t reassure her to notice the number of people clustered by the railing, staring down at her. Her little escapade had attracted quite a bit of attention.
    ‘‘I’ve got an appointment, as well,’’ the man said, looking pointedly at his watch.
    The security guard ignored their protests. He removed a small notebook from his shirt pocket and flipped it open. ‘‘Your names, please.’’
    ‘‘Shelly Hansen.’’
    ‘‘Mark Brady.’’
    He wrote down the information and a brief account of how they happened to fall.
    ‘‘I won’t have to go to the hospital, will I?’’ Shelly demanded.
    ‘‘That depends,’’ the guard answered.
    This whole thing was ridiculous. She was perfectly fine. A little shaken, true, but uninjured. She suddenly realized that she hadn’t thanked this man—Mark, was it?
    ‘‘I’m terribly sorry about all this,’’ she offered. ‘‘I can’t thank you enough for catching me.’’
    ‘‘In the future, you might be more careful.’’ Mark glanced at his watch a second time.
    ‘‘I will be. But if it ever happens again, might I suggest you just let me fall?’’ This delay was inconvenient for her, too, but that wasn’t any reason to be quick-tempered. She studied her rescuer and shook her head slightly, wondering why she’d been so impressed. He looked as if he’d stepped off the Planet Square. Dark blue suit and tie, crisp white shirt with gold cufflinks. This guy was as original as cooked oatmeal. About as personable, too.
    If she was giving him the once-over, she discovered he was eyeing her, too. Apparently he was equally unimpressed. Her sweatshirt was a fluorescent orange and her jeans as tight as a second skin. Her ankle-high boots were black, her socks the same shade of orange as the sweatshirt. Her hair cascaded about her shoulders in a layer of dark frothy curls. Mark was frowning in obvious disapproval.
    The wide glass doors at the mall entrance opened, and two paramedics hurried inside. Seconds later, when the ambulance arrived, two more medical people entered the building. Shelly was mortified that such a minor accident would result in all this attention.
    The first paramedic knelt down in front of her