Excerpt
Drystan Pontes—a tall, blue-eyed, hunk of a man, placed a spark in my dreary life. Working my way through college, I slaved at a popular hamburger restaurant. While I worked on my day off, this muscle bound, construction worker entered my life.
The Vista building was being erected only a few blocks away. During lunch, our store was crowded with hungry construction workers who wore yellow-safety hats. Loud and obnoxious, the men stuffed their faces with our burgers and fries.
This fall day had been wet and messy. The tiled floor of the restaurant was muddy; sloppy from the footsteps of busy patrons. Gia had taken a guy’s order, but an emergency caused her to leave her post. Since I was on call, it was up to me to take over her register. After putting a burger and fries into a bag, I gazed into a pair of steel blue eyes that seemed to demand my undivided attention.
I was instantly mesmerized, to say the least. With clumsy fingers, I folded the top of the white sack, and shoved it in his direction. Much to my surprise, he reached for the bag, and then winked. A half smile embellished the contours of his rugged face.
Beneath my blouse, my heart ran off sync—my knees felt weak. Outside the restaurant, a car pulled into the drive thru window. Like magic, a romantic song drifted on the air. I wanna love you, it said. Call me a sentimental fool, but the yellow hard-hat Drystan wore was now etched in my mind. Each time I saw a yellow safety hat, my body reacted in strange ways. From that day forth, Drystan and I became the best of friends. Soon, the ecstasy of true love clouded my judgment. I trusted him in every way. Two years later, we were married.