on. He needed to sleep.
Chapter 5
Kelee had just dropped Lori off at a luncheon for a committee meeting. Knowing it would be another two hours before the meeting ended, she decided to browse the stalls of the crafts market a few blocks away. It was about one P.M. in the afternoon and the sun was bright and hot. Kelee parked the car in one of the shaded empty spaces outside of the plaza. It was not pleasant to get into a car that had been sitting in the naked sun, especially on a hot day downtown.
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He watched Kelee step from the car. Her shapely legs were perfect in platform cork mules. She wore a flirty short skirt and a midriff T-shirt. Her hair was in a high ponytail off her neck. A small bag was tucked under her arm. She squinted against the bright sun as she made her way towards the craft market. A sweet smile curved his lips. They were right; she was beautifulâand sexy as hell to boot. He watched the sway of her behind as she climbed the few steps to one of the entrances of the building.
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Kelee paused as her eyes adjusted to the dimmer light of the building. She needed a nice painting for her bedroom and whatever else caught her eye. The minute she had entered the building a vendor insisted on her taking a look at her booth. After visiting about six booths and not finding anything she liked, Kelee started to get hungry. She had had a light breakfast this morning of coffee, toast, and fruits. She looked at her watch, noting the time. She had little over an hour before she picked up Lori.
There was a restaurant across the street; she decided to go there for lunch. At the entrance of the craft market she slipped her shades on.
Just across the parking lot a man resembling Sean made his way to his car. Kelee found herself smiling as thoughts of Sean St. John flooded her consciousness. She couldnât wait to see him again. He was all she could think of since she had met him. Her stomach protested loudly, pulling her from her steamy thoughts of Sean. She looked at the restaurant across the street and contemplated whether she should drive over to their parking lot, or just walk over. Suddenly she was shoved hard from behind; she had to grab on to a pole. Her bag was ripped from her shoulders, and a man ran past her.
âHey! Thief!â she screamed. âThief!â she screamed even louder a second time. A number of people came running out of the market building. Kelee watched as the man dodged traffic across the street, then disappeared between two buildings. She swore as she watched one of her favorite bags disappear. Her money was gone. Kelee stood there at a loss.
âYuâ OK?â a deep male voice asked behind her and Kelee turned to find a man of rich brown complexion looking at her in concern. Dark penetrating eyes held hers. Kelee looked at him, taking in his expensive linen attire. He was over six feet and well built. His height made him a bit intimidating. Kelee took a step back.
âAre yuâ OK?â he asked again.
Kelee focused. âYes, Iâm fine, but my bag is gone.â Just then Kelee remembered that the car keys were in the bag. She swore. âThe car keys are in my bag.â Kelee headed towards where the car was parked. She gasped in shock when she saw that the car was gone. She let out a string of curses. Her bag was gone, now the car. Had she really stood out that much that someone had targeted her? Her stomach growled in hunger even louder. She really needed that money. She would have to interrupt Loriâs meeting. She dreaded telling Lori about losing her new Lexus. Allan had just bought Lori the car for her birthday a few months ago. Damn it!
âIs there someone yuâ can call?â the man asked, holding out his cell phone to her. Kelee looked at him. That was nice of him. âWhen yuâ shop downtown itâs a bit more risky than being uptown,â the man informed her.
âDo I stand out that much?â she