Happy Accidents

The closer Rosilyn got to Dixie’s, the more nervous she became. The more nervous she became, the more the ‘what ifs’ popped in her head. Trying to stop them before they started, Rosilyn quickly changed the subject. Now, it was on Walker. Walker Price. “Now that's somethin’ to think about,” Rosilyn thought. His smell, nearly swept her up in a tornado of musk and fresh open air. His hair brushing his forehead. Rosilyn wanted so desperately to run her fingers through it. His eyes, as blue as the heart of the ocean diamond. Her heart would beat in rhythm with every sparkle she saw in them. The smile he carried on his face, so confident, it was in a league all its own. The curves of his body, so muscular and fit. The way his jeans cradled the curvature of his back end. The tamed beard he carried on his jawline, so rugged and manly. Rosilyn had always had a thing for facial hair, but Walker’s did something to her, that no man’s had ever done before.