HARPER
St. Stephen's Green, Dublin, Ireland
"That looks heavy." I glanced down at the shopping bags in my hands before looking up into familiar, toffee-brown eyes.
A man of average height with a muscular build leaned against a midnight blue BMW 7 Series parked by the mall entrance.
One hand was tucked into his blue jeans, which nearly blended with the car, while the other swung a pair of black sunglasses from his fingers. It was already dark. I didn't understand why he even had them with him.
He pushed himself off the car and walked toward me. "Let me help you," he said.
"Thank you, but I can manage," I replied with a polite smile, turning away.
He stopped me again.
"Come on," he murmured. "I'm just trying to help."
I paused and turned to face him once more. "I'm not a damsel in distress. And like I said, I can manage."
