Never Too Late

“Jenny?” Stan was somewhat dumbfounded, having literally bumped into the girl he’d way more than crushed on in law school. But here she was, right in front of him, in his fricking arms.

“Stan,” she said, staring up at him, looking as stunned as he.

“What are you doing here? I mean, do you live in town now? Are you on vacation? Are you…” he sputtered. Idiot, what are you doing?

Jenny smiled, closed her eyes and shook her head, sending her curtains of blond hair this way and that. “I can’t believe I ran into you,” she said, still staring, still in his arms. “Literally.”

“Do you have time for lunch, coffee?” he asked, keeping her close. There was no way in hell Stan was going to just walk off now. Not after fate put Jenny right in his path.

She hesitated a moment then gracefully extricated herself from his grip and glanced at her watch. A simple, beautiful piece on her delicate wrist. Then she looked up between her gorgeous dark lashes. “Lunch sounds great.”

After her initial reticence, Stan hadn’t been expecting her to say yes. He’d almost fainted. Him. Stan, the closer. Jenny gave a small nervous smile, like she was just as bewildered as he.

He looked around for a close spot, not willing to give her time to change her mind. They were on a block of boutique shops and eateries with outside seating. The beach was within walking distance.

“Here or by the water?” he asked, already losing himself in her pretty brown eyes.

They sparkled as she said, “Water.”