Betrayal At The Altar (Rachel and David) novel Chapter 3

Betrayal At The Altar By Dolores Delia Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Rachel’s mind blanked out. Her legs were weak like jelly, and she couldn’t move at all

The car sped by and passed her by at lightning speed

Momentum from the car caused her to lose balance, she swung around and fell to the ground

She thought the car would ignore her and continued to speed away as if she wasn’t there. There was nothing and no one around here after all, and they wouldn’t get caught even if they did hit and run.

Little did she expect, the car stopped and reversed until it stopped right before her.

She watched the car door open from her sprawled position, and a man with slim legs in black bespoke leather shoes stepped out from the car. He got out of the car and walked toward her. After reaching her, he extended the umbrella in his hand and sheltered her from the pouring rain.

“Are you okay?” David Jones asked. His voice was deep and clear to her ears.

Rachel raised her eyes and looked at him. The man standing before her had a chiseled jawline and well–defined facial features, especially the deep, dark eyes that could stare into her soul, and she found that to be extremely attractive.

The pair of eyes seemed familiar. Had she seen them before?

But she couldn’t remember where she’d seen them.

Rachel shook her head. Her soft voice was a little hoarse when she answered, “I’m fine. Thank you.”

She pulled herself together as she tried to get back on her feet. The wound and scratches on her legs had weakened her, and she fell back to the ground.

At this very moment, she felt a strong arm catch her by the waist and pull her into an embrace.

She fell into his embrace and was instantly enveloped by his warmth and the smell of his body. It was cooling, and exclusively him.

She instinctively held out her hand and placed them against his chest. She could feel the strong, muscular chest with her palms and the throbbing veins beneath the muscles even when his clothes separated them.

Rachel felt her palms growing hot and automatically pushed David away but failed terribly. He swooped down on her and picked her up with his strong arms.

She couldn’t help frowning, and displeasure filled her eyes as she cried, “What are you doing? Put me down!”

Although she had known Louis Smith for the past three years, they had only held hands. She couldn’t help feeling tremendous discomfort when a stranger carried her like that.