(Strachey Mysteries) - Over The Moon
I've heard people say they knew something was about to happen, that they could tell their lives were going to change, but then I've heard a lot of bullshit in my life. Between being a private detective and trolling the club scene for hook ups I'm pretty sure I hadn't heard anything but for a long time. Not that I didn't sling a little myself now and then.
To be honest I had no idea what -- who would be waiting for me that night in the club when I sauntered in looking for love in the wrong places. There he was sitting at table sipping a martini, the picture of every rule on my deal breaker list. My eyes slid over him and then, against my will, were pulled back. He must have felt me looking because he turned in his chair and studied me in return.
I guess I passed inspection because that was when he smiled. That beautiful, smile that melts hearts, and warms a room just by existing in it. He gestured with a nod of his head to the empty chair across from him. Against my will and with everything I am screaming this is a bad idea.
He smiled again, brighter and more inviting this time and that was when I knew I was in love.