As sexy and handsome as ever, she noted, when the man walked into the room. The last ten years had treated him well. He’d broadened out, of course, but his eyes… They still looked as though they held the secrets of the world. At least that had been her impression the first time they met. Deep set, shaded by dark brows she'd had to judge theman's mood from the set of his mouth rather than the emotions in his eyes. A 'Window to his soul' not did apply to the newcomer's eyes, she decided.
One look, all those years ago, and he’d pulled her in. In where, she never quite worked out. After all, one look into those eyes and she’d reacted in a way quite foreign to her, and which she still found hard to understand.
After all he could’ve refused.
Well— he could have, if she hadn’t grabbed his arm and hauled him up the chapel steps. Looking back she saw the funny side, but at the time fear robber her of her sense of humour. His alarm had segued into horror when she asked him whether he was married.
“Ten minutes,” she’d pleaded. “Ten minutes and you’ll never see me again.” Need had driven out any thought of the consequences of her actions beyond the moment. And certainly, she’d not given a thought to the impact of her actions on the poor guy.
Yes, in the intervening years she’d wondered what had become of her reluctant bridegroom, and whether he’d ever sought her out. She hoped not. In the ten years since she’d convinced the guy to wed her before continuing on with his own life she’d moved a lot. Always keeping at least one step ahead of the authorities, and since they’d never found her she hoped her bridegroom had not made any effort to seek her out either.
And now… now he’d stalked into the room as though he owned it, and made it plain he’d rather be anyplace other than here.
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