SAVING ADAM

A single, soccer mom's life is about to go sideways when two worlds collide. 


I'm a single soccer mom of three and I'm on a mission.  I've been divorced for the last two years, during which time, I have been raising twin 12 year old boys or curtain climbers as I commonly refer to the mischevious pair, and a teenage drama queen; on my own and let me tell you, I firmly believe performing neurological surgery would be less invasive and quite frankly, less of a challenge. 


Now as crazy as things have been up to this point, I was about to be coerced into doing the craziest and most insane thing I'd ever done in my life.


Even from my rear view mirror peering over the tops of multi colored boys heads, I could make out Mr. Tall at what had to be at least six feet, Mr. Tan looking like he just stepped off the beach, and handsome.  He made James Bond look like silly putty he looked so good. My heart did a pitter patter step in my chest as I watched him take a step backwards away from his beautiful, shiny, black motorcycle. My daughter, Leigha, gaped at me open mouthed.


"What?" I asked trying to sound innocent as I nonchalantly reached up with my finger and checked for any signs of drool that may have seeped out. 


"We so have to give him a lift." Leigha informed me. I arched an eyebrow at her curiously. Even if I wanted to, where would he sit? All three rows of seats were jam packed with 12 year-old soccer players and the two in the front were occupied by Leigha and me. 


"Mom please!" She screamed startling me. 


"Do you know him?" I asked puzzled as I watched him now watching me curiously. This must be how a gold fish felt, I thought to myself. He looked like a nice guy. Then again I heard that's what most people said about Ted Bundy. Desperosity flared so deeply in her eyes that they were beginning to turn a shade of purple as strange as that sounded.  So, against my better judgment, with adrenaline surging through my body and fear coarsing through my veins, I put the Journey in reverse and backed up carefully avoiding him and his bike. The closer I got, the more delectable he became. I licked my lips instinctively as I took him in up close in his black leather jacket unzipped with a white t shirt beneath, denim jeans that fit him just right in all that right places, all the way down to his black biker boots. I worked my way from his boots back up to his short, spiked black hair and then his eyes as he leaned against the passenger door and poked his head just inside the window. My heart almost stopped when his sapphire blue eyes collided with my emerald green ones. I knew the moment I looked into his eyes, my life would never be the same. And this was just the beginning.