Jack walked toward the back door. When he was almost there, he saw a vision—a stunning young woman with blonde curls cascading down her back. When she turned at his approach, the last rays of the sun enveloped her silhouette, giving her an ethereal dreamy quality. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and he felt the breath leave his body as he stood staring open-mouthed. He’d never had such a reaction to a woman before. It was new and an unnerving experience.
“Did you want something?” she asked.
Jack continued to stare, totally captivated by this woman and her beautiful cornflower blue eyes. He knew she was talking, but he didn’t hear a word, just a lyrical melody.
The young woman waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello, can I get you something?”
That broke his trance and Jack felt heat climb up his neck. “Huh? Oh god. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare,” he stammered.
“It’s quite all right. Now do you want something, a beer perhaps?” she asked.
“You’re British?”
The young woman’s eyes traveled down to her feet and back up again before she looked at him. “Last time I looked, yes,” she chuckled.
What an asinine thing to say!
“Shall we start again?” she asked. “I’m Elizabeth and you are?”
Jack gave himself a mental shake. “Oh, please forgive me. I’m not used to making a complete fool of myself before I’ve even uttered a single word. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Elizabeth. I’m Jackson, um Jack, that is.”
“Well, Jackson um Jack, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Now, would you like a beer?”
He chuckled. “Yes, please. That would be good.”
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