The wind on the mountaintop was strong, blowing Natalie Vaughn's slightly disheveled long hair. Strands of hair covered her eyes. She raised her hand to brush them aside, but just as she tucked them behind her ear, the hair on the other side was lifted again by the wind, covering her eyes.
Over and over, the wind seemed to understand her inner turmoil.
Natalie hadn't told Phoebe all of it; she did kiss Zane out of some impulse, which contained desire, but there were other things mixed in too.
There was probably a spark of attraction.
She had never liked anyone, didn't understand what attraction felt like, but she remembered that strong heartbeat in the car just now.
Zane, when racing, was completely different, sharp and intense.
She was strong, naturally drawn to strength. Strong and excellent people always caught her eye. Getting a close-up view of the elegance of a god five years ago in the racing world was too deadly an impact on the soul.
