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all the doubts and confusion leading up to tonight suddenly made perfect sense.
    Unbelievable as it may be, I felt it—right then and there—that this moment would forever alter the course of my life.
    All thoughts of propriety and restraint flew out the window when I looked into those eyes. The slowest ever slow-motion smile graced his lips, and I blushed, convinced that he could read my mind. And why wouldn’t he? Certainly, with a face like this, with a body like that, and those eyes… good gracious, even a reserved girl could only take so much.
    “There we are, love,” he said, gently using his fingers to wipe the wetness from my face. “No harm done, then?”
    Blush re-colored my cheeks at his endearment. Not “cute.” Not “adorable.” Not even the standard guy accolade of “hot.” No, this handsome stranger just called me “love.” And in an accent that sounded like a song.
    Again, he waited patiently for me to gather myself. But he would be waiting a long time because I might as well have been momentarily struck dumb.
    …Words? Sorry. I’ve forgotten them all.
    Once he realized I was incapable of speech, he took pity on me and spoke again.
    “My apologies for saying bloody blue hell,” he offered.
    That prompted a coy smile and even a tiny laugh from me. He appeared not to notice his state of undress so I pretended to do the same, intentionally keeping my eyes above his neck. Although the deep dimples and pink tint surely gave me away.
    Encouraged, he brought his hand to my eye level and presented something bunched in his fingers.
    “Go on,” he said gently, “Seems you need this more than me right now.”
    Once I realized he was holding a t-shirt, my eyes locked on his blue ones again. The whole reason behind our collision clicked into place. After I was doused with the beer, he immediately stripped and rushed forward half-naked so he could give me the shirt off his own back.
    It was like a scene from an old book that definitely would have been highlighted. Or the moment in a rom-com where the music built to a crescendo. That might have been the kindest thing anyone had ever done for me, and from a stranger no less! Just when I thought common decency was too much to expect…
    Any hurt I felt over the girls’ cruelness was immediately replaced by a fuzzy tingle. I must have sensed something protective in this person, which is why I clung to him for comfort instead of continuing to run. My heart instantly warmed, and my ever-practical brain turned to mush.
    Lest anyone see the revealing front of my shirt, he stood as close as possible to me, acting like a human shield. He slipped the new t-shirt over my head and I lifted my arms through the sleeve holes. Then he reached around my neck to help me pull my hair through as I drew the hem down. We worked together until I was properly covered, all the while his blue eyes never left mine.
    His attentiveness surprised me. Guys were usually more interested in getting a girl un dressed. And here this Good Samaritan was helping me clothe myself!
    The shirt was plain black and rather large on me, but I didn’t care. The cotton was soft and dry and it smelled like him. I bit my lip, feeling a twinge of guilt for ruining it with the stench of beer, but not sorry enough to give it back.
    I watched intently as he used one long finger to wrap around a tendril of hair framing my face. What was once a shiny blond spiral had become a rat’s nest. Just my luck to meet this handsome stranger when I looked like such a mess. I fought against the insecurities that called for me to fidget.
    As if he could read my thoughts, he dipped his chin and eyed me from under his dark lashes. “It looks even more dashing on you,” he winked. “Keep it. And try and stay out of trouble.”
    Then, before I’d even gotten out a single, solitary word, he walked away.
    It took about ten seconds for me to realize letting him go just wasn’t an option. No way fate had brought me this