In those few seconds, with my life out of my own hands, panic filled every pore of my body—until a warm hand gripped my own. At the same time that my heels connected with the side of the building, my gaze flashed right, and beautiful blue eyes greeted me. Paul’s mouth turned upward. “Fancy running into you here.” Warmth flowed through me momentarily, then terror fought its way back up. “Please tell me you’ve done this before.” “Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.” He squeezed my hand as if to emphasize it. “How do you feel?” I gulped. “Like I’m standing against the side of a building on shoes that are way cuter than they are comfortable.” His eyes traveled down the length of my body, a trail of heat following his path. “Sometimes you have to ditch comfort to live the life you want.” Looking into his eyes, I couldn’t help wondering if he was talking about me or himself. “You think I want a life with pretty shoes?” “Well, obviously.” He glanced down at my strappy heels again.
