Misty Green's cousin Angel has arrived in Orchard Hill! She flew in to the Green Bay airport, where a friend of mine just happened to observe her and Orchard Hill Realtor Jeff Bradley. Here's the scoop:
...she noticed a man standing nearby. It was hard not to notice him. He was on the short side, but that was no disadvantage to a pipsqueak like her. Beneath his well cut suit, he seemed fit and muscular. Add in the slightly shaggy light brown hair and the stormy grey eyes and—well, you had quite a package.
Angel sighed. That didn’t concern her. This was a business trip. She found a spot at the end of the carousel and planted herself. She’d get her luggage and then rent a car to drive out to Misty’s place in Orchard Hill. She focused her eyes on the door her luggage would come through, determined not to give one more glance to Mr. Stormy Eyes.
Pointedly not looking his way, she focused on the carousel, and pulled off her bag.
“You must be Angel. I’m here to meet you.”
The smooth baritone voice so close to her ear surprised her. Caught off guard, she swung around a bit too quickly and caught the man she’d been admiring squarely in the gut with her suitcase.
He grunted and then doubled over. Angel dropped the bag at her side, mortified at her clumsiness. “I’m so sorry. You startled me. Are you all right?”
He straightened and nodded. After a second he said “Just knocked the wind out of me.”
“Do you want to sit down?”
The man shook his head. “No. I’m fine. Are you Angel Marcel?”
“Your brother, Tony, asked me to meet you. I’m Jeff Bradley.”
“Oh.” She didn’t know what to say, so she just stood there blinking like an owl. She couldn’t believe Tony would do this to her.
“So are you?”
“Am I what?”
“Oh. Yes, that’s me, but I’m fine. I don’t need a ride. I have everything under control. Thank you anyway.” She turned, planning to make a smooth exit to cover her embarrassment, but Angel had forgotten that she’d dropped her suitcase and promptly tripped over it.
Not the best of beginnings, but still...We'd better wait and see what happens between these two. I'll let you know.