Page 4 of Dangerous Curves Ahead
Steele,
I just had to reach out to you and really wanted to thank you and your crew for saving us from harm during the robbery. And for saving the bank. I’m still in awe of you all for being so brave and unfazed by the situation. I was so scared and yet, I knew we would be okay, because you were there. You wouldn’t let anything happen to any of us. And I thank you for that. I knew that you listened to the tip someone gave you and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that. I’m still shocked that you got shot. It hurt me to see you hurt. And knowing if you hadn’t known about it, that you could have been hurt more is something I don’t wish to think about. I’m just glad you were prepared. I wish you knew how I admire everything about you and how I wish I could talk to you and tell you this in person. I don’t think it could ever happen, so I settled for this letter instead. One day you will be gone, your job done, but I will always remember you and how safe you made me feel. I just had to thank you. Again and again. Thank you. For all you do.
Rickell
The handwriting was feminine and sweeping. The lines were delicate.
He noticed the ending line was erased and as if she had something else to say, but didn’t want to.
He took a pencil from the holder on his desk and gently ran it over the marks on the paper.
The words slowly came up as he ran the tip of the pencil over them.
He smiled when he saw that she wrote that she thought he was handsome and wanted to tell him that as well, but didn’t have the courage.
Just seeing those words written on the paper like that were what he needed to want to find anything and everything he could about this girl. He wanted to find her, Rickell.
There was something about her letter that made her all that more intriguing. He wanted to know her, and he would.
It shouldn’t be that hard to find her would it?
For some reason, he kept picturing blue eyes, brown hair and killer curves, but he didn’t know why that image kept coming up.
It was as if he had seen a girl with that description in his periphery, as if he had seen her somewhere before but couldn’t place her.
He could only hope this girl in the letter was prepared for what he was going to bring her way.
