“Of course, honey,” she replies softly.
Nervously, I ask, “Do I look okay?”
She clicks her tongue at me but smiles. “Love, I don’t think there’s been a day in your life where you haven’t looked okay. You’re a stunning little thing, aren’t you?”
I hope Moore thinks so.
Lifting my chin with renewed confidence, I follow her lead. As the door opens, we’re hit with a wave of sound. Voices blending together so that no conversation can be picked apart from the bunch, it sounds like mindless chatter. I’m uninterested in the group of them, using my eyes to scour the place for who I’m looking for.
It doesn’t take me long to pick him out of the crowd. Moore is the biggest of them all. His broad shoulders stand higher than everyone else’s, and his frame is almost daunting. Only instead of being intimidated by his size, I’m drawn to it.
Everyone else seems to fade away around me as I rush over to him, watching as he stands up from his table and begins to walk away. He doesn’t look up in time to see me, but I don’t let him get away either. Reaching out, I catch his hand in mine.
Moore freezes at the contact before whipping his head around. His lips part in surprise and his whole body stiffens. Not waiting to see whether or not he’s happy to see me, I leap onto him. Even though he’s shocked, he catches me with ease.
“My hero,” I whisper just low enough for Moore to hear before pulling him into a heated kiss.
The world and all of the horrible bits of the day seem to fade. It’s just the two of us, entranced in this moment. Everything unimportant dulls and my soul lights up. Moore may not know me, and I may not know him, but I know I never want to let him go.
Wolf whistles sound around us and I ignore them, kissing my rescuer harder.