In this week's excerpt from Weaver of Dreams, Maggie sees the man from her fantasies in the real world for the first time.
Maggie walked across the pavers and bent to retrieve the cell phone. From the corner of her eye, she noticed the shadows shift beside her and looked up. Her heart stopped.
Emerging from the shadows of the alcove was a man. Tall, with broad shoulders, his powerful chest narrowed to trim hips. Encased in a pair of jeans, his thighs were thick, but not overly so. Maggie could see the play of his muscles work under his clothes as he advanced.
Her eyes traveled back up his body to his face. Now free of the shadows, she could clearly see his strong jawline and patrician nose were the perfect complement to his azure blue eyes.
Maggie straightened. Blood coursed hotly through her veins. Her heart beat in her chest like a stallion running the Kentucky Derby, setting a fast and furious pace. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him.
He wore blue jeans and a black tee shirt instead of swim trunks or a chartreuse sweater, but there was no doubt who he was. Her dream man. His eyes held hers while he bent to retrieve her phone.
He stood and offered the phone to her in his outstretched hand. “I believe you dropped this.” The dark timbre of his voice slid over her like a warm caress.