Excerpt from Blindsided
Posted September 21, 2006
When she was two steps away from the door and just about to raise her hand to knock, the door swung open and a man appeared, blocking the doorway with his body. Chelsea stopped dead still, both afraid of and surprised by the man who opened the door. Far from the gray haired grandma she had expected, this man had tattoos everywhere and jet black hair that tousled in unruly waves around his head. He was tall, maybe 6'5" and broad across the shoulders. Underneath the ink of the tattoos, his arm muscles rippled with every move.
His face scared her the most. Haunted gray eyes, well defined cheekbones and a shadow of stubble made him nearly perfect looking, if you went for the dangerous looking type. His eyes were guarded and the set of his mouth was decidedly angry, bracketed by hard lines. He was clearly not happy to see her. Why she would produce this much ire and angst in someone she'd never met was beyond her.
Chelsea was nearly overwhelmed by a desire to run away, but then what would she do? Try to find another house and hope for the best? The houses out here were few and far between, she reminded herself, and she had been lucky to find this one. Besides, she was soaking and cold from her walk up his long driveway and couldn’t bear the thought of heading back to search for another house, another phone that may never materialize. Instead, she mustered all her courage and drew herself up to her full five foot five inches and looked straight at him.