Going Home Again

Raine inhaled the clean fresh air. This is what I needed, she thought as she leaned against the railing unknowing that the termites had been feasting on the inner bark for weeks. The wooden railing swayed then, broke.
“Whoa!” she yelled as she held onto the end. “Damn it!” she said as her hands slid down the wooden pole embedding splinters in her palms. “This figures. I come all the way out here to die,” she said shaking her head.
“Not today, Sexy Lady,” A sexy voice came from below her.
“What?” Raine wiggled around to try to see who was talking to her.
This time letting go of the pole as it cracked again she found herself in the arms of the most handsome man she had ever seen instead of the unforgiving ground.
The stranger had dark deep eyes. The kind of eyes a girl could get lost in.