One
Lilah hopped behind the bush, barely evading the lunatic swan charging towards her. This was supposed to be a relaxing run to take her mind off her law practice. Breeze around Lake Eola, look at the fountain, and enjoy the swans. Not this swan. This guy had his own agenda. He bolted forward with an angry honk.
“Easy there, big guy.” Lilah stepped back further and her foot crunched on a little mound. She looked down. One entire side of a nest was ruined under her foot, the eggs precariously close to her Asics. She hoped he didn’t see that...or rather she didn’t see that.
The bird charged at her with open wings. Lilah stumbled out of the bush and sprinted down the path, probably making her best time ever. She turned back to see if the deranged bird gave chase but didn’t stop. She’d seen enough slasher movies to know that whenever something angry and dangerous chased you, you never stopped.
Except when you ran into a solid wall.
She reached out to stop herself from falling and grabbed onto the wall’s...shirt? Her eyes went up the chest of solid muscle to the manicured beard and gorgeous green eyes. Sirens sounded in her mind. Oh God, anyone but him.
Lilah jumped back and tried to smother her reaction. It was too late to pretend she didn’t see him. Or was it? It had been eight years. She could have forgotten him at this point.
“Still causing trouble, I see.” Jackson Levy gave his trademark half grin, the one that made all the ladies swoon. Except for her. She saw past his pretty façade to the absolute jerk underneath.
“Still a gentleman, I see.”
He flashed that one hundred megawatt smile and a giggle sounded next to him—a busty brunette in tiny running shorts and a hint of a shirt. Lilah rolled her eyes. Jackson still clearly had the same taste, certainly not the red-headed athletic woman who just ran into him.
“I’d say it was nice running into you but…I can’t think of any scenario involving you that would be nice.” She leaned over to the brunette, “You should probably run a little faster.”
She turned and left with Jackson’s laugh echoing behind her.
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