Her glasses slid to the floor, but she kept hold of the binders. After steadying herself, she glared at the wall. Only the blob in front of her definitely wasn’t a wall.

Oh, no, she’d run into someone, probably disrupting their strutting.

A hand gripped her elbow. “Are you all right?” The deep voice caused shivers to course down her back. “Let me take those.”

The weight of the binders was lifted from her and she squinted to try to make the man in front of her come into focus. “I…I’m fine. I just lost my glasses.”

“How very Velma of you,” the voice said, followed by a chuckle.

The voice sounded so familiar, and Natalie’s stomach started twisting. What if it was…no, it couldn’t be. She heard the thud of her binders on a counter. The man-blob stooped down briefly.

Her heart sank as the glasses brought the face of her rescuer into sharp focus. Chase Booker. Unruly, sun-kissed blond hair fell on a face that angels would envy. Brilliant green eyes sparkled with amusement. A fan girl she was not. A squealing teenager she was not. A hot-blooded woman she unfortunately was.

So much for hoping he wouldn’t be as attractive in person. She realized her mouth was agape and he’d put her glasses on her. A little piece inside of her trilled in happiness as his knuckles brushed her cheek.

Hot waves of embarrassment came up quickly, making her face burn. She closed her mouth. “Thank you, Mr. Booker. I’m terribly sorry I ran into you. I hope I didn’t hurt you.” Oh, somebody stop her from talking. Maybe the wall would open up and swallow her whole.

“No problem. Let me help you carry these.”