Lucky Meeting

She felt her breath catch in her throat as she gazed up at him. A woman could drown in his whiskey-colored eyes, for he was an intoxicating mix of gentleman, gunslinger, and trickster.

“What are you really doing in Delaware Bend?” he asked.

“Excuse me?”

“A woman like you. A place like this. Makes no sense.”

“Does life always make sense?”

“Eventually, yes.”

“Let me ask you the same question. What are you doing here?”

“Waiting.”

“For a lady?”

He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I wonder if you’re the one.”