"Definitely not your fault," he insisted at he pulled her up, secretly pleased that she hadn't frowned, stuck her nose in the air, or yelled at him for his clumsiness. He could traverse rocky mountains or even snow with little difficulty, but apparently trying to cross a frozen puddle with blades on his shoes was a no-go.
She was a pretty woman, but young. She must have been around Beth's age, probably younger. As he smiled at her his mind raced through last year's rosters at school. She hadn't been in his class, of course, but she very well might have been in other classes. (It was an unintended side-effect of being a professor—every young woman he met was a potential former student.)
"Kind enough to help you up after I've sent you flying across the ice?" he challenged with raised brows, still happy that she was not, at least upon first impression, an unpleasant person. "Sounds more like basic decency to me."
She was a pretty woman, but young. She must have been around Beth's age, probably younger. As he smiled at her his mind raced through last year's rosters at school. She hadn't been in his class, of course, but she very well might have been in other classes. (It was an unintended side-effect of being a professor—every young woman he met was a potential former student.)
"Kind enough to help you up after I've sent you flying across the ice?" he challenged with raised brows, still happy that she was not, at least upon first impression, an unpleasant person. "Sounds more like basic decency to me."
— gorgeous set by MJ —