When We Dance (Billionaires & Debutantes #1) - Lisa M. Prysock Page 0,1

expensive dark suit and paisley tie stepped into view, observing her with a hint of a smile. He’d obviously witnessed the incident, but she couldn’t be sure how long he’d been there or how much he’d seen.

Before Mia could make any further assessments, the driver was at her side. He paused to address her. “It is customary that one does not mar vehicles one does not own, madam.” He proffered a look of disdain at the window he referred to as marred, and glanced back at her with a shake of his head before stepping toward the rear passenger door. Then he addressed the well-dressed, handsome fellow in the expensive suit as he opened the door. “Good afternoon, Mr. Bridgewater. My apologies for the, uh...”

Mr. Bridgewater nodded at his driver. Mia braced herself. Apparently, she’d just spit on the handsome fellow’s limousine ride. Did he own it, perhaps? Expecting him to let her have it, she was surprised when he turned and looked at her while he greeted the driver. “It’s no trouble, Davis. The lady was merely keeping the child entertained while her mother handled a crisis. Her intentions, while unorthodox, were honorable, not to mention amusing.”

“I’m really sorry, Mr. Bridgewater. I didn’t mean to...” Mia gulped, embarrassed, enamored, and swooning all at once. Relief swept over her as she could see he was taking it in stride. He was now her hero as she had a feeling he’d spared her from the wrath of the one he called Davis. She took note of Mr. Suave’s wavy brownish-blond hair, his deep brown eyes, firm jaw, and aristocratic nose.

The little girl’s mother stepped up and took the child by her hand. “There you are, Sandy. Thank you, ma’am, for keeping an eye on my little girl. I was in a dither over some missing luggage. You are a Godsend, Miss...?”

“Uh, Morgan. Mia Morgan. I’m glad I could be of some help,” Mia stammered as the lady smiled and nodded before hurrying away with her daughter. It was nice to know the child’s name was Sandy as the little girl waved at Mia. Davis, Mr. Bridgewater, and Mia watched her disappear inside the airport, happy to have her mom at her side.

Mia waved good-bye and ignoring Davis for the moment, turned her attention back to Mr. Bridgewater, retrieving the luggage she’d nearly abandoned to engage a child in spitting. What had she been thinking? “I’m so sorry.”

She began rummaging through the contents of her purse to find a tissue to remedy the limousine window. “I usually have wipes or something on hand. Must have left them in Kentucky. Maybe my driver will have some when he arrives.”

Davis rolled his eyes as he waited for his employer to, and she was sorry she’d mentioned Kentucky. He probably thought she was some farm girl who didn’t have any manners or a proper upbringing. Nothing could be further from the truth. Her mother had taught her excellent manners, but as usual, she had a knack for finding herself in silly, outrageous situations.

Mr. Bridgewater didn’t seem too concerned. “Please, let me offer you a ride, Miss Morgan. Traffic is obviously bad today. Your driver might be a long while in this mess.”

She glanced at the lanes he’d indicated were a mess, realizing they had filled up in a bumper-to-bumper jam. Cars were beginning to honk at each other as they attempted to pull away from the curb. While a few sped by in the far lane once they were able to escape, the first two lanes were a bottleneck. The vehicles stretched across the three lanes as far as she could see. Most weren’t moving. What had been quiet for a minute or two previously, was now busier than ever. “It appears you are correct. This is a mess.” She bit her lip nervously. Hadn’t her mother said not to accept rides from strangers?

“Where are you headed?” Mr. Bridgewater asked. “What you did for that little girl was an act of kindness. The least I can do is offer you a ride.”

Mia eyed him warily before answering. She’d guess Mr. Handsome to be about her age. She was twenty-four, and he looked about twenty-five or so. He struck her as genuine, and for some reason, she trusted him. He was warm and perceptive. Maybe it was the way he carried himself, and possibly the fact he’d spared her from Davis. Aunt Sylvia had said she’d send her driver, so at least she wouldn’t be abandoning