Allowing for air to move in and cool my heated body.
Thank god.
I winked at her, “Thanks, babe. Love your shoes.”
I was a sucker for Converse.
She smiled, “These are my favorites.”
I winked.
Then the boy came over and lifted his chin, “I’m Cole.”
I held out my hand to him and said, “Lila. Nice to meet you, Cole.”
Just as we clasped hands, the girl winced, “Sorry. I’m Madalyn.”
I winked at her as I dropped Cole’s hand and said, “Complimenting another woman is better than knowing someone’s name. Sometimes, it’s the highlight of a woman’s day.”
She beamed, “Really?”
I nodded, “Oh yeah.”
Then Cole said, “So, Ms. Lila. Do you like football?”
I looked at him, “Am I American?”
He snorted.
Just then, I felt it.
A presence unlike anything I have ever felt before.
Something I knew was going to rock my entire world.
And then as my eyes moved to find the source, I knew that the moment I locked my blue eyes with those coal-colored eyes, the color that was the perfect blend of the perfect aged whiskey, that he was the presence I felt.
Furthermore, when he held his hand out to me, he said, “I’m Bronson.”
I tried not to giggle like a little girl as I placed mine in his and said, “I’m Lila.”
Then, all of a sudden, abangcould be heard.
Krispin hollered, “I’m okay,” which had me glancing in his direction for a split second.
Something told me I missed the way his eyes snapped down at my bare ring finger.
Just from the way his eyes had snapped back to mine.
Oh, honey.
For some reason, I talked nonstop with Cole and Madalyn, and Bronson would tag into the conversation every now and then.
I learned that Madalyn wanted to be a fashion designer and Cole wanted to play pro-ball.
And the moment he said, “Roll Tide,” I snapped my eyes at him, narrowed them, and said, “Spend my dollar,” he replied, “On beer.”
I fist bumped him, “Yes. Finally, someone who knows the best team of all time.”
