I was ready to brush by him when he gently grabbed my arm. "Hey, wait a minute, pretty one. I need to see your driver's license first. Make sure you're old enough."

"I'm over twenty-one. Way over," I huffed and looked up into smiling blue eyes. Caught my breath. He was holding my arm firmly as if he didn't want me to go anywhere. He was flustering me and without thinking I found myself up tight against his warm body. I didn't move away.

He was tall. Lanky long legs covered in soft blue jeans. Broad shoulders. Through his denim shirt I felt his hard muscled chest that tapered down to a lean waist. His hair was longish, brown streaked with golden highlights, and it gently brushed against the side of my face. My flesh tingled. Warmth crept up my body and settled in my face. After meeting his questioning gaze, I had to look away. There'd been something so intimate, so hungry, in his eyes I felt dizzy. A man hadn't looked at me like that in years. Not even Jonathan.

I showed him my driver's license and tried to walk away. He wouldn't let my arm go and when I lifted my eyes to his again he smiled the sexiest smile I'd ever seen. People are always saying someone has a sexy smile, a sexy walk or some such thing but until he smiled at me I'd never known what the hell they were talking about. His smile made me want to rub my hands down his chest, stroke his cheek and snuggle up to him like he was some yummy teddy bear with silky fur, er, skin.

"Now I know your name and where you live, Emma Baker. You want to make it easier on me and just give me your telephone number now?" he pressed in a husky voice that made something deep down inside the center of me ache. His hand reached out and slid caressingly down my cheek. My mouth fell open. All I could do was stare at him. Of all the nerve. The people behind me in line giggled at us. I didn't like being the brunt of their jokes.

"Awful sure of yourself, aren't you? Is this the way you pick up girls?"

Hurt flickered in those sexy eyes and his smile faded. "Truth?"

I nodded my head. He was still holding me. I could hear his heart beating. It felt so right, so safe, in his arms I didn't want to leave. Nice he was tall. Jonathan had barely been my height. For the first time in my life I felt delicate. Small. I liked it.

He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I usually don't come on to the customers. But the minute I saw you I knew you were different. You don't look like you belong here at all. Where have you been?"

I didn't know what to say. It was a strange come on and I had to smile. Where have you been? Really.