5-minute romance
5-MINUTE ROMANCE After her divorce, Sherry wasn’t sure she’d ever find love again…until a parking spot poacher named Philip stole his way into her heart!
It had been a disastrous start to my morning. Misty, my cat, had knocked over a vase at first light, and after turning my apartment upside down to find the car keys I’d misplaced, I made it out my door to run errands just as a chill autumn rain began to fall.
“Of course!” I huffed, feeling my pulse rise as I pulled into the grocery store parking lot 10 minutes later. Not a single spot open, and I only had an hour to buy what I needed to host my book club later that night. “What else can go wrong?” I sighed.
After 15 minutes of scouring the lot for a spot, I finally saw a woman backing out. I excitedly put on my blinker, but as I began to turn in, another driver zipped into the space. My blood boiled as I leaned indecorously on my horn.
That’s the last straw! I thought, throwing my car in park as I swung open the door.
“Excuse me, this was my spot!” I hollered, striding toward the parking-spot pilferer as the rain beat down. “Didn’t you see my blinker? I was already turning in!”
As the window of the car descended, I expected a full-on battle. Instead, my breath caught in surprise as an exceedingly handsome man with curly blonde hair and eyes as blue as the ocean itself peered out at me, looking remorseful.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he said, his sheepish half-grin turning my legs to jelly as our eyes met. It seemed an eternity passed before he finally continued, “I just wasn’t paying attention. Just give me one second and I’ll move. I am truly sorry!” I stammered my thanks and retreated to my car, flushing as the attractive offender waved and smiled again as he disappeared back into the next row of cars. What is wrong with me? I mused, trying to shake off the mixed feelings of embarrassment and sheer attraction spreading through my chest as I entered the supermarket. But I couldn’t get the goodnatured driver off my mind. I’d been divorced nearly a year and, despite urging from friends to get back into dating, I’d resisted, not even vaguely interested in any of the men I’d met. Yet the driver’s graciousness and the lingering stare we’d shared replayed in my head as I