When the Sun Sets

Cat looked around to see a truck barreling its way toward her. She froze, realizing from her peripheral vision that the man carrying her wood was still on the curb.

“Look out!” A woman from the sidewalk yelled.

The truck loomed closer. Panic and shock filled her legs with lead and she couldn’t move. Suddenly, a dark shadow moved with lightening speed toward her, lifted her in powerful arms, and carried her off to the side as the truck sped over the spot she had been standing on.

The man who saved her continued to hold her firmly in his grip as he looked down at her face.

“Are you all right?”

Cat looked up at him, ready to thank him for saving her life, and felt her breath catch in her throat. My God! It was her fantasy man. The man was gorgeous, she thought in a daze. He had longish black hair, eyes the color of the midnight sky, and a mouth that oozed sensuality. But it was his skin that made her stare at him. It was smooth and translucent, almost as thought there was a faint glow about him. He had the face of an angel, a dark angel, because everything else around him was black. A black coat, black hair, black eyes. Even his mood seemed…black.

Cat couldn’t find her voice. “I’m…I’m fine. Thank…thank you.” Their gazes locked, and she caught the look of recognition on his handsome face. Had she met him before? “You saved my life,” she whispered.