Andrew found he still had no endurance and after one dance with his sister, he retreated to the kitchen to find a place where he could withdraw and put up some blocks. The constant bombardment of thoughts was too much. An hour later, Blaire made her way back, hoping to get out to the deck for a breath of cooler air, and caught her foot on his as she went by. She started to go down, but a strong arm slipped around her waist and she ended up in his lap instead of on the floor.
Pleasantly surprised by the fortunate accident, Andrew stared into embarrassed green eyes, and Blaire said, “I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you. Let me up, you’re still healing.” She’d felt the spark and it scared her silly. Finding the floor with her feet, she stood up, and tugged her hand free of his. She wondered if it meant anything except it had been way too long since she’d let a man into her life.
“I’ll let you go for now, but there will come a day Cinderella, we’ll meet again.” Andrew’s deep voice rumbled after her as she fled onto the deck.