Ellen shook her head. “Not yet. I thought being in front of the platform like this they would be easy to spot, but they’re not.” Both of them were scanning through the crowd hoping they could find the two men among the masses of people. Malinda’s eyes caught sight of two tall dark men walking toward them. One of them was slightly shorter than the other but more muscular, and something about the way he walked toward her told her he was her Patrick. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him even long enough to see what his brother looked like. Why would she even care? Her heart started pounding in anticipation. She had never seen such a handsome man. Somehow, this man was better than all others. She didn’t know how yet, but she knew he was. All of her worries vanished as he walked straight to her. He walked to her and his hands caught her at the waist, gently lifting her down to the ground to stand in front of him. One finger traced the line of her cheek. His brown eyes twinkled as they stared into hers. “I’m so glad you’re finally here.” His voice was deep and low. She was surprised she could hear it over the crowd, but it was no problem at all.
