"As she rose from her knees she stumbled and backed into something large, solid and warm. “What the hell,” she began, startled as she felt arms come around her waist to steady her.
“Not the best word to utter in a church, is it?” The voice was deep and she could feel the man’s warm breath near her ear. She grasped the arms that held her against a body whose muscles were evident through the butter soft black leather jacket he wore. She turned her head in time to see her rescuer add a playful grin to his comment. “If I let go, will you be all right?”
“I’m fine,” she said, shoving his arms away. “If you hadn’t been right behind me when I stood, I wouldn’t have…well, thank you.”
Kate didn’t know whether her heart’s rhythm had been affected by losing her footing or in reaction to her first look at the man who’d prevented her from crashing onto the church’s hard stone floor. Even in the dim, flickering candelight, she could only think of one word to sum up his this blue-eyed stranger’s looks — magnificent.
Instead of heading toward the massive bronze doors that led to Fifth Avenue, they walked side by side toward another exit, stealing glances at each other. They paused at the door and after he opened it and held it for her, Kate turned toward the nameless knight. “Thank you, but your job is done, Sir Galahad. You don’t need to follow me.”
“Don’t flatter yourself. My bike’s outside. If I’d left it on Fifth, it would have been towed.”
“Oh.” Was that all she could manage to say? This man, with his drop dead looks and confident strut, flustered her. “Well, bye and thanks again.” She bit her lip and watched as he jogged down the steps. He looked back at her and aimed a killer grin in her direction. Then his expression changed and, for a brief moment, it looked as if he wanted to say something before he lifted one long leg to straddle a big black Harley. Their eyes met and Kate’s face flushed as her mouth formed a silent “O” just before his face disappeared behind the protective black mask of his helmet. The machine roared to life and a moment later he was gone, expertly weaving through a street filled with yellow taxis.
Kate shook her head as if to break the spell he’d cast. As attractive as this man might be — and there was no denying that he was incredibly handsome — bad boys in leather on Harleys were so not her thing. Not anymore."