It was a perfect cloudless Los Angeles day.
The Santa Ana winds had driven off the smog, and Saturday, the Eleventh of July, dawned crisp and clean, settling in a seductively lazy heat.
When Alaina had arrived at this exclusive Las Vegas address moments ago, she'd hitched her battered knapsack higher as she'd studied firs the luggage, set neatly by that door, then the broad back of a masculine frame standing alongside. Busy checking the high-tech security system. Jake Radley has no idea he'd had company.
Alaina wasn't normally one to show up announced, but today was an exception.
Jake turned around and saw me . He was taken aback thinking what I was doing here with all my luggage. Though he recovered very quickly.
" Ohh well," you must be wondering, "who Jake is?" Jake's my brother-in-law. He is one of the best people I've ever met in life.
He has the kind of face that stopped you in tracks. He wore a loose black silk shirt with leather cuffs and black trousers. His rich blonde hair that had tousled griminess which promised finesse. He had strong arched brows and eyelashes so thick, it could be illegal. And then his eyes they were deep and catastrophic, a vivid baby blue.
"Please, come in, I'm not expecting my cab to arrive anytime soon"
"I really shouldn't - "
"Of course you should." He joked, stepping aside, for me to enter.
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Breaking Free
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