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Right From the Start
Right From the Start
Right From the Start
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Right From the Start

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Dana Myerly believes in helping out a neighbor in need. One rainy Monday she aids a stranded fellow motorist. She finds herself drawn to a big smile, friendly hazel eyes, and a tight pair of blue jeans. Coerced into yet another blind date by two of her friends, Dana finds her luck has changed and her date is her stranded motorist, Randy Walker.

Dana and Randy share an immediate connection, but how do you know if it’s love…and he’s the one.. Right From the Start?

(short story,15K words)

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 9, 2016
ISBN9781519978486
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    Right From the Start - Rayne Forrest

    Chapter 1

    Oh, what a dreary day. Dana sighed and flipped off the car stereo in annoyance. The radio disc jockey was playing all the songs about Mondays the local station had in their library. She tapped a short, manicured nail on the steering wheel and glared at the red light through the rain-spattered windshield.

    Come on, she muttered impatiently. She really wanted to get home before the worst of the rain, and the accompanying thunderstorm, got to her. She gently lifted her foot from the brake pedal as the light changed, only the SUV in front of her didn’t move.

    She resisted the temptation to blow the horn, but then quickly wished she would have, be it polite or not. The light turned to amber, then back to red. And she was still sitting there.

    The door of the SUV opened and a guy jumped out, pulling on a jacket as he hurried to the front of the vehicle. The hood lifted.

    Great. Just great, she muttered to herself. Rain or not, she had to be a good neighbor. She turned on her four-way flashers and walked—in the rain—to the front of the SUV.

    A pair of surprised hazel eyes looked up at her from under a grungy ball cap.

    Can I help? she asked him.

    He grinned at her. A nice, open, boy next door, charming grin. The kind of grin she couldn’t resist. She felt a little twitch in certain body parts she hadn’t thought about in a very long time.

    He gave her an open, appraising look. Are you a mechanic?

    Dana wondered if her brown hair and eyes, average height and build, passed his approval. Normally it didn’t bother her to feel so average. She buffed her nails on her raincoat. I know a bit, but I was thinking more along the lines that I would steer it as you pushed it out of the middle of the street.

    That’ll work. Thanks. He let the hood drop with a bang.

    She hopped in the SUV and flipped the ignition switch to the on position and tugged at the steering wheel until the vehicle edged off the street. It was raining harder when she slid off the seat.

    Hey, thanks again, he said as he swiped a hand across his dripping cheek.

    Do you need a lift to a garage? she asked, then cringed inwardly. It was one thing to help him out on a very public street. It was another to let him into her car.

    Still, something in those open, sparkling eyes said he was an honest man.

    You sure? It’s a few miles from here.

    I did offer, didn’t I?

    Why, yes you did. I accept. I’m Randy, by the way.

    I’m Dana. Get in. She gestured at her car. And don’t worry about being wet. Everything will dry.

    Randy, she was groaning to herself. Randy. She’d rescued a Randy. She wondered how randy Randy was.

    Damn. There was that little twitch of interest again. She silently ordered herself to stop thinking about how cute he was and drive.

    Where do you need to go? she asked as he buckled his seat belt. His hands were large and strong looking, with lean fingers and clean, well-trimmed nails. That annoying twitch hit the level of a well-defined throb.

    Dealership out on one-eighteen.

    Will they let you have a car to get home? She mentally kicked herself. If she kept this up he was going to think she was interested in him or something.

    But you are, a voice in her head whispered.

    Shut up, she told it.

    My truck’s there. I’m the service manager. I was test driving that. He pointed his thumb over his shoulder. The owner said it would stop without warning, and hey, it does. He grinned at her again.

    So what’s your diagnosis, doctor? she asked cheerfully.

    Should have bought from us and not from the competition, he replied with just the right amount of glibness, and then he grinned again.

    She devoutly wished he’d stop doing that. He had sexy little lines at the corner of his eyes when he smiled.

    This storm is going to be a bad one. Thanks for stopping to help me. Can you beat it home?

    Probably not. Dana smiled at him. It’s only water, you know. I won’t melt running from the car to the door. But I bet I’d melt for you.

    I like my showers to be hot, though. He grinned at her with just the right amount of mischief in his hazel eyes.

    Oh, yeah. She was already melting. Thank heavens they were almost to their destination. She didn’t need this little flirtation with this stranger.

    She pulled onto the dealership lot and left him out at the back door. He thanked her once again, then closed the passenger door and disappeared through the bay door. Dana headed home, smiling.

    This was one rainy Monday

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