“Hi,” she said seductively. “Hi,” he said, trying not to sound shy. She smiled. There was something about his scent she liked. It reminded her of a man she knew a long time ago. She knew he was the man she was looking for. “You can stand under my umbrella. But seeing how drenched you are, I don’t think it will make much of a difference now,” she laughed. “Don’t mind if I do.” He moved closer to her, under the protection of the umbrella. “My name’s Allan.” “Carrie-Anne.” “Nice to make your acquaintance.” She looked at him, checking him out. Her stomach growled loudly. Embarrassed she said, “I haven’t eaten in a long time. Work has been keeping me busy.” “What do you do?” “I work at the museum preparing antiques for display.” She tried really hard to stop her stomach from growling. She was hungry and Allan looked delicious. “This may sound like a strange question. What is your blood type?” “Huh? I’m not sure.”
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