Amy Brooks was not exactly pleased to be at Heathrow airport and have no one here to meet her. It was ten years since she last stood on British soil and she didn't mind admitting that it scared the bee-Jesus out of her. She had made her home in Malaga Spain and it was a good life,she had her own beauty salon where she had six girls working for her.
      Her cell rang and she plucked it from her jacket pocket and listened to her mother with a disturbing amount of violence surrounding her already hot and desperate for a shower body. 
      “Mother you wanted me to be part of this marriage and now you’re telling me that you've already left the country…Where the hell are you?” Amy breathed in a frustrated amount of anger.
      “Darling Dan surprised me with tickets for Las Vegas I did try and get hold of you but you had already left.”
      “You mean to tell me I have flown for nearly four hours and you’re in the states?” Amy was flabbergasted at her mother’s selfishness; no why would that surprise her  because quite clearly nothing had changed.
      “What is a girl to do,” she giggled and Amy seethed from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.
      “You’re hardly a girl mother.”
      “Don’t be facetious darling, I've arranged for someone to pick you up…Have a holiday, enjoy yourself.”
      A click at the other end made her stamp her foot. Off all the inconsiderate things to do that took the biscuit but why was she surprised her mother had always been selfish.
      Suddenly the pressure of a hand on her shoulder made her turned around.
     “Still stamping your feet Amy, I would have thought you were a little old for that.”
      The pure panic that soared through her body laid an avalanche of feelings to the front of her mind.
      “Oh my God it’s you…she sent you to pick me up.”
      Jake smiled, “You weren't expecting that were you,” and the smile that passed his lips did not reach his eyes. His large hands framed her hot face and before she could fathom out what was going on he leaned into her. For some reason her legs felt like lead weights and the warm breath on her cheek set her heart rate at a speed that wasn't conducive to staying alive.
      His eyes lowered to her lips and damn if her  tongue dipped out to replenish the dryness. The heat from his body seeped through the thinness of her white T-shirt and her body erupted into a furnace.
      Her mind reiterated,say something, move away…for God’s sake don’t just stand there, but she couldn't move and in that split second she wouldn't,  couldn't, and didn't run when she had the chance because as she was about to, day light was extinguished and the world was in darkness a bubble enveloped around her as she felt the first touch of those lips.
       It was like a power surge of gigantic proportions and she felt it from the roots of her hair down to the soles of her feet and she would have sworn her toes actually curled and the earth shifted on its axis.

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