A Car Nearly Hit Her On A Crosswalk, Poor Dad Pulled Her Back Not Knowing She Was A CEO In Love
The Unexpected Rescue
Tessa Orwin’s heels snapped the second she stepped into the crosswalk. That’s when the car came flying around the corner.
A horn blared, tires screeched, and her heart jumped into her throat. She didn’t have time to scream.
A strong arm yanked her back so hard she stumbled into someone’s chest. The black SUV whipped past, missing her by inches.
“Oh my god!” she gasped, clutching the man’s shirt as the world spun. “That thing almost hit me.”
“You okay?” the man asked. His voice was rough and out of breath.
He steadied her with both hands. For the first time, she looked up.
He was tall, really tall, and broad with messy dark hair. He had a 5:00 shadow and kind eyes.
He looked like he hadn’t slept in days. A little girl peeked out from behind his leg.
She held a juice box in one hand and a stuffed bunny in the other. The man glanced down at the child.
“Cara, stay right here.” Then he looked back at Tessa. “You hurt?”
“No, no,” she breathed, brushing her hair off her face. “Just shaken.”
“Thank you. You saved my life.”
“Yeah, well, don’t thank me yet,” he muttered, running a hand over his face.
“I shouldn’t have let you step into the road without looking.” She blinked.
“You think this was your fault?” He scratched his neck, clearly uncomfortable.
“I should have said something. You looked distracted.”
Tessa’s lips twitched. “I was thinking about firing my CFO, actually.”
His eyebrows lifted. “You’re a boss?”
She smiled. “Something like that.”
He chuckled. “Well, I’m Mark Lawson, and this is Cara.”
“She’s five, obsessed with dinosaurs, and thinks traffic lights are decoration.”
Tessa crouched and smiled at the little girl. “Hey Cara, I’m Tessa.”
Cara grinned and offered the bunny. “This is Barry. He’s scared of cars, too.”
Tessa laughed and took the bunny gently. “Nice to meet you, Barry.”
Mark looked at his watch. “We’re headed to storytime at the library, but I think we missed it.”
Tessa stood again. “You know what? I can make it up to you.”
“There’s a bakery around the corner. Best cinnamon rolls in Manhattan. My treat.”
Mark hesitated. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. You literally saved my life.”
He glanced at Cara, who was already tugging his hand. “Cinnamon!”
“Cara’s vote is in,” Tessa said, walking backward toward the bakery. “You coming?”
Mark stared at her for a beat, then smiled. “Yeah, all right.”
