Leslie sighed and looked through the mass of people around her. The Polaroid her mother had given her in one hand, she searched for Sharon and Charles Monte, who were to meet her. As she approached the luggage carousel, she spotted them. Just then, the little warning alarm went off and she lost them again as people jumped forward to claim their bags. Stifling a curse, she turned to grab her bags. All three pieces of her luggage set had been packed and checked for her.
Moments later, a hand touched her elbow. Spinning around, Leslie found herself face to face with the most gorgeous set of brown eyes she had ever seen. A blend of hues from the darkest fudge to golden amber, they stared down at her with a hint of mischief.
“Let me help you with those.”
“Uh….” Her mouth refused to work, her mind too busy taking in the man before her.
He reminded her of the guy from the Highlander television series. Something inside of her lurched as she continued to stare at him. Inner voice singing joyfully, the force pushing her north lessoned to a small tug. It couldn’t be that simple, could it?
Breaking eye contact, Leslie took in the rest of him. He was taller than her, she guessed nearly six feet. Those gorgeous eyes were set in a lightly tanned face. His full lips were spread in a wide grin that said he knew he was being examined and enjoying every minute of it, and his dark brown hair had recently been shaved into a high and tight crew cut.
The joyful song singing inside her faltered as she met his eyes a second time. Something was missing, incomplete. No, it isn’t going to be that easy. Yet a small part of her soul continued to scream at her to wrap herself around this man and claim him as hers.
“Thanks.” She spotted Sharon and Charles over his shoulder. “Here come my friends now.”
“Sebastian!” Sharon called, waving her hand, a satisfied smile on her lips.
Leslie felt like sinking through the floor, and Sebastian’s grin widened as he grabbed two of her three bags.
“Leslie Maple?” Sharon asked, her smile widening at Leslie’s nod. “It’s so nice to meet you. I’m Sharon Monte, this is my husband Charles, and this is our nephew Sebastian Belvedere.”
Charles patted Sebastian on the shoulder and grabbed Leslie’s remaining bag before ushering her towards Sharon.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Leslie stammered as Sharon hugged her.
“Let’s get out of here,” Charles said. “There are too many people here to have a conversation.”
Leslie followed, still in a daze that she’d been set up. She knew that smile on Sharon’s face. Amanda wore a similar one whenever one of her schemes went as planned. Obviously, this Sebastian had been the target when the council made its decree.
Soon they were loaded into the car and on their way out of town. Leslie leaned her forehead against the window and took in the sights. She still couldn’t believe Vancouver was on the west coast, for some reason she had thought it was somewhere northeast. It was probably a good thing she’d flown. Goddess only knew where she would have ended up if she had followed her plan of jumping in the car and going where her instincts led her.