Her Second Chance (lame working title)
an excerpt

This is the first meeting between my heroine and hero. I corrected the spelling, but all phrasing is as written at 6:30 in the morning.

“Hello?” she said, to be polite. “Are you lost?”

He grinned at her, and she couldn't help but feel a purely feminine sense of appreciation for it. This man was definitely good looking, with a strong jaw, stubbled with a few days growth, a straight nose and good facial structure. She could see how women could be easily swayed by the charm of a grin that just verged on the side of wicked.

She had felt attracted to men other than Liam before, of course she had. But this was the first time since he had died that she didn't berate herself for it, as if she was being disloyal to appreciate a fine looking man. After all, appreciation didn't mean she was going to drag him into the house and do ... whatever with him. It just meant he was good looking. And from that grin, she bet he knew it too.

“No actually, don't think so,” he said. He held out his cap as if to indicate her. “Angie, right?”

She frowned. If very few people ever came up this street, most of them were friends or family. Occasionally they were strangers, bu they generally didn't know her name.

Having moved only a few steps forward onto the veranda, she now moved back a step, conscious of the door just behind her. Horror movies were never her thing- she never found it fun to be scared the shit out of, despite the fact that Liam had tried more than once to cure her of her fear, pointing out that he was there for her to cling to.

“What do you want?” she asked, avoiding his question.

Beyond him, she could see the name and number printed on the door of the dusty truck. It read Nick Wright, and the number was a mobile. She figured there were only a couple of reasons he would have his name and number written on his truck, and that if he was going to harm her he probably wouldn't be driving around in a vehicle that could so easily be identified and lead to the owner.

Besides which, his grin, though it made her insides shiver just a little, was broad and honest.

“I'm Nick Wright,” he said, taking a step forward- a large step thanks to his long legs. He was easily six foot two inches in the old scale, something approaching two meters in the new. “Olivia sent me?” he ended the last part on an upwards inflection as he frowned, obviously sensing her discomfort.