“Alex.”
“Just Alex?”
His eyes were boring into her and she stared straight ahead at the office building across the street.
“Yes. Just Alex.”
It wouldn’t do to encourage him. In the early June heat, her t-shirt clung to her, the hem on the sleeves heavy on her arms and the fabric pulling uncomfortably across her breasts. And what had possessed her to wear jeans today, of all things? Apparently, it wasn’t that uncommon for such a heat wave this early in summer, but for her, the temperature did nothing but compound the light-headedness and nausea.
Necessity had forced her wardrobe choice, plain and simple. Her shorts weren’t comfortable anymore and at least in her jeans she could breathe. As silence fell, thick and awkward between them, the world threatened to tilt again. The feeling slowly passed as she took slow, deep breaths. “For the love of Mike,” she mumbled.
He laughed, a full-throated masculine sound that sent queer waves through her stomach. “So, just Alex. Intriguing name. Short for something?”
She couldn’t believe he was still here. After all, beyond the first fuzzy moment that she’d succumbed to his arms, she hadn’t encouraged him at all. His attempt at polite conversation had done nothing but awaken an all too familiar sadness, the heavy weight of regret every time she thought of her parents. “My full name is Alexis MacKenzie Grayson.”
“That’s quit
e a name for a small thing like you.” His eyes were warm on her and he twisted, angling himself towards her and bending a knee.
“Alex for Graham Bell and MacKenzie for the Prime Minister, you know? You planning on using it for the paramedics later? In case I faint again?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “You look much better, thank goodness. But you spilled your juice. Can I get you something else cool to drink?” His eyes wandered to the convenience store behind them. “Perhaps a Slurpee.”
Her stomach rolled at the thought of the sugary sweet, slushy drinks. Every teenager in a ten-block radius had been buying Slurpees today, and the very thought of them had Alex’s tummy performing a slow, sickening lurch. She pressed her lips together.
“Or are you hungry? There’s a hotdog cart down the street.”
She stood, desperately trying to get some fresh air while exorcising the thought of greasy hotdogs from her mind. But she rose too quickly, her blood pressure dipped, and she saw grey and black shapes behind her eyes once again.
His arms were there to steady her, and she dropped her paper bag to the ground, the contents falling out as they hit the concrete.
His fingers were firm on her wrist as he helped her sit back down. “Put your head between your legs,” he demanded quietly, and for some reason she obeyed.
Alex avoided his eyes as she sat back up moments later. “Sorry about that,” she mumbled, completely mortified at the awkward silence that fell between them like a ton weight. This had to be an all-time low. Blacking out not once, but twice, in front of her own personal Knight in Shining Armor. And wasn’t he annoying, this Mr. Perfect Chivalry, sitting there calm as you please.
She expected him to mumble his apologies and hurry away. Instead he knelt and began picking up what she’d dumped on the ground in her haste.
Oh God. Her humiliation was complete as he paused, his hand on the plastic bottle of prenatal vitamins. His eyes darted up, caught hers. In them she saw sudden understanding. Now, of course, it all made sense. At least it made sense to him. She was still trying to assimilate everything.
“Congratulations.”
Her smile was weak. He couldn’t know. Couldn’t know how her life had been turned completely upside down with a three-minute test only a few short weeks ago.
“Thank you.”
He watched her carefully as he sat again on the bench. “You don’t sound happy. Unplanned?”
She should end this conversation right here and now. He was, after all, a complete stranger.
“That’s none of your business.”
He had no cause to know her personal troubles. It was her problem. And she’d solve it. Somehow.
“I beg your pardon. I was only trying to help.”
She grabbed the vitamins and shoved them into her purse. “I didn’t ask for your help.”
The pause was so long her scalp tingled under his scrutiny.