We're One (Available at Wild Rose Press, Amazon, Barnes and Nobles, etc.), Mimi Barbour [types of ebook readers txt] 📗

baseball cap she had pulled down to cover
her hair hid her somewhat, but since she had to look up at him to see into his face, he had seen hers clearly. Before she knew what to expect, he whipped off the hat. Stunned, he took a step back and stared.
Masses of the most glorious blonde curls cascaded over her shoulders and back, partially covering her face. The night wind unfurled numerous strands, blowing them in every direction. Some streamed behind her; some flew across her cheeks, teasingly reaching out to him. The multicolored lights reflecting off the blonde wildness
haloed a sheen of silver that riveted him in place.
Turning her head sideways, forcing the bulk of her hair to flow to the back, she stunned him with her slant-eyed, upward gaze.
“Mr. Parks?” She waved her hand in front of his face. “Ya-hoo! Give me my hat. I don’t want to be recognized. I could get in big trouble.” She finally reached over and nabbed it away from his limp grip. Her action brought him back.
“How do you know my name?” Ashley watched in amazement as she tucked the bat between her knees and, using both hands, swept all the hair into a twirl, wound it into a tight coil, and shoved it up and under the brim of the cap she’d held gritted between her teeth.
“Everyone in town knows who you are. You and your brother own the Parks Casino on the Strip.”
“First of all, my name is Ashley—or Ash, if you prefer. Most of my friends do. Secondly, how did you come to know I needed rescuing earlier? That alley was pretty secluded.”
“My apartment window is right above that area. I heard them threatening you by name. I couldn’t just sit there and watch three of them beat you to death, so I grabbed my bat, covered up as best I could, and ran down the back stairs. I only hope Joey didn’t get a good look at me.”
“Joey! You know him?”
“Sure! He’s my boss.”


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Publication Date: 03-17-2011

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