I'm all finished. I'll wait at the front gate for you. ♥♥♥

Becky finished typing her text and headed across the grass. The phone vibrated in her hand. She lifted it again, turned the volume back up, and then read the message.

Give me fifteen. ♥♥♥

How she cherished those love hearts. Rob always sent three so she did the same. Becky smiled as she looked at the message. A flash of sadness washed over her. They had less than twenty-four hours left together before Rob headed off to Melbourne, and then on to Sale with the family.

"Shit!" A gruff voice yelled.

Becky was jolted backwards. Her phone flew out of her hand as she was grabbed by her upper arm, and then spun, pulled forward to then land on top of someone. It all happened so fast that she lay stunned and gasped for breath, her face buried into spicy smelling fabric.

She gathered her bearings and realised the person was a boy. Had to be. This body was hard and lean. "Bloody hell." Becky lifted her face. Not a boy. A man. Dreadlocks. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Becky pushed his hands from her backside, scrambled to her feet and looked down at him. She could tell he was trying very hard not to laugh.

He twisted up his mouth as he lifted himself to his elbows and lay looking up at her. "What the hell am I doing? More like what the hell are you doing?" he said as he jumped to his feet with no effort at all and held out her mobile phone. "You need to pay attention and watch where you're going instead of focusing on your phone. You're lucky I wasn't a car or you'd be dead by now."

Becky went to snatch the phone from him but he lifted it into the air out of her reach. "Give me my phone," she insisted.

"Wow. Rude and ungrateful." He grimaced and added, "I just saved your phone and your life. I think I deserve a thank you of some kind."

"Look." Becky sighed and put her hands on her hips. "I'm sorry you walked into me. Can I please have my phone back?" She watched his face light up.

Oh.

Shit.

Those.

Eyes.

Demi was right. Becky bit on her lip to stop from smiling. If Demi was going to buy a lawn mower Becky thought she'd have to buy an edge trimmer to go with it.

"I walked into you?" He cocked his head in question, and then slowly moved it from side to side. "I don't think so, missy."

"My name isn't Missy." Becky smirked and lifted her brows. What the hell was she doing? Was she flirting? "Can you just give me my phone back?" she said as she put her hand out.

He took it in his large palm and wrapped his fingers around it. "So what is your name?"

Becky tried to pull her hand from his grasp but he held on tighter, grinned at her and said, "If you tell me your name I'll give you your phone."

She peered at him. Becky didn't want him to know her name and she didn't want him anywhere near her ever again. She looked at where he held her hand, and then back up at his face. Yep. Definitely did not want him anywhere near her. "I'll make you a deal. If I can guess what your name is will you give me back my phone?"

"Okay." He smiled down at her. "First you have to thank me for catching it and, also for being a gentleman."

"A gentleman?"

"Uh, huh." He nodded his head and gave her a stern look. "I threw myself under the bus to save you in the accident which you caused." He grinned some more. "You. Being the bus in this metaphor."

Becky's mouth dropped open. She watched his face light up and his eyes sparkle like the fuse on a bomb. Yes. He was dangerous. She bit on her lip. Her heart thumped in her chest. How could he be doing this to her? She loved Rob.

When he pouted Becky dragged in a huge breath.

He said, "I did twist us so you landed on top of me instead of me landing on top of you."

"Alright." Becky just wanted this to end. "I thank you very much for catching my phone and saving me from falling and hurting myself. I am extremely sorry for not watching what I was doing and for causing the accident." She cocked her head and held out her free hand. "My phone please."

He tilted his head and held the phone an inch from her hand. "My name. Guess my name and you can have it. Then you have to tell me yours."

"Hmm..." Becky tapped her fingers on her chin in pretend thought. She tugged on the hand he still held. "Let go of my hand first." To her surprise he did. She smiled and said, "I think your name is Kane."

He roared with laughter and took a step back. Becky couldn't believe how stunning he was. What? Surely she didn't just think that. She shook her head. Not stunning. Not your type. What are you thinking Becky Bridgestone? "My phone please."

"Well." He put the phone in her hand and while still holding on he added, "I have to say you have better listening skills than your friend Demi."

"You," Becky gasped. She gripped her phone and stepped back so his hand fell away. "You knew it was me that you sat next to in the hall."

Kane tapped his head and smiled. "I not only have great listening skills I am also very observant and, now that I have your attention." He tilted his head. "Your name, missy?"

Becky shook her head and laughed. "Thank you, Kane." She gave him a wave and headed off. Hang on. Did he just say, now that I have your attention? Wasn't he trying to get some girl's attention in the auditorium? Wasn't that girl the red head or Demi? Becky dragged in air and turned to look back at him. He was still standing there with his hands on his hips grinning at her. Oh my God. Becky quickly faced the front. No. This was not good. It was not your attention he was trying to get. Definitely not. You have a boyfriend who you love. If you loved someone, no one else should be able to make you blush and get all nervous like Kane had just done. It was just a moment. All to do with the excitement of the first day. Won't happen again. So wrong. Her phone beeped.

I'm here ♥♥♥

Rob.

Yes.

She loved Rob.

Oh dear. Kane seems insistent.  I think Becky might be in some trouble. What do you think?

I'd love to hear your thoughts. xoxo

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