When she turned the beauty of her hit Kent right in the chest. He’d never seen such a beautiful specimen.
She was scanning the room looking for an open seat. Wasn’t it his very lucky day? The only free chair was at his table.
He stood, bravely—as bravely as any man who locked himself in his house and wrote about aliens could possibly be.
Quickly he wiped the crumbs from the front of his shirt and put on a grand smile, just as the redhead waved at a man across the room and headed toward him.
Kent slithered down into his chair and ducked behind his computer screen. He was used to that. Why should today be any different?
He took a Harry Potter movie pen from his Star Wars Celebration bag and jotted a note on the napkin on the table.
Redhead, glorious redhead in yellow flowered sundress.
She’d live on forever, he decided, on the pages of his books as the princess he’d needed to write who lived in the far away galaxy of Vela Centauri.
Walker Pride (The Walker Family Book 1) Page 24
