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Unconventional Methods


Chapter One

Sheridan Crane, after picking up her dry cleaning, backed out of the parking space. All of a sudden, the car hit something, causing her to slam on the brakes. Her body pitched forward at the sudden stop. She glanced back, and through the window, saw a dark blue car.

"Oh, my God," she thought, "I didn't see that car coming."

She pushed the gear to drive and let the car drift forward. Then, she put the gear back to park, pulled the keys out of the ignition, and opened her door. She slipped out of the car and headed towards the one she had hit. The driver of the car was standing outside his door, arms crossed with an angry look on his face. Sheridan winced visible at the sight of that look.

"Oh, God, sir," she said, "I'm so sorry. I was backing out and I guess I didn't see your car. Oh, God."

The man gave her a smile that held no humor. Despite the circumstances, Sheridan couldn't help but admire his good looks. Tall, dark, and handsome, he was...in every way. She had an incredibly irrational urge to reach out and run her fingers through his dark hair. She shook her head in an attempt to clear her thoughts. She shouldn't be having these kind in the first place, especially with a stranger.

"You know, we should probably exchange information now. I...I'll... ah, get it right now," Sheridan stammered.

"Good idea," he spoke for the first time and Sheridan could see the anger leaving his face and eyes.

She gave him the information he needed.

"You know. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but it was probably my fault. I'll pay for any damage," she told him.

The dark stranger didn't say anything. She looked up at his face and was startled by what she saw. there was a look of restored anger on his face, but that wasn't what bothered her. She could have mistaken it, but for an instant she thought she saw...hatred.

"Is there something wrong?" she asked.

"Sheridan Crane. That's your name? Any relation to the Cranes of the mansion on the hill?" he asked.

"Well, sure. That's where my family lives. Why?" She said, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"That's just my luck," he said, "That something like this should happen to me with a Crane involved. Don't you people have anything better to do than mess with my life?"

Sheridan was taken aback by the obvious hostility that was present in his voice. And she was offended by the way he spit out her family name like it was a bad taste in his mouth.

"Hey, buddy. It was an accident for God's sake. I never meant to hit your damn car.

"Listen. Your family has been nothing but trouble for me, acting all high and mighty. You probably hit my car on purpose, just waiting for a chance to say it was my fault to take my money. I wouldn't put it past you people," he told her angrily.

"Hey! I would like to see you refrain from talking about me and my family like that. I told you it was probably my fault, not yours. So why don't you take your accusations somewhere else, instead of taking your frustrations out on me," she responded with even more anger. "You have my name and insurance info. I'll be going now. There are some important things I need to do."

She headed toward her car. A hand grabbed tightly onto her arm. Sheridan spun quickly around and came face to face with the man. She was going to tell him to let her go, when she felt something. It was like electricity between them. She stared into his brown eyes and felt a connection she couldn't explain. She wondered if he felt it, too.

"I'm sorry," he said with a look of confusion on his face that answered her question. He had felt it, and strongly, too.

Dazed, Sheridan responded quietly, "That's okay."

He backed away slowly, staring at her as he moved. Then, he turned abruptly and got back in his car. He was gone in a matter of seconds.

"What a strange man, that..." she looked down at the card in her hand, "Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald. Oh, dear. He must be Pilar's son."

She looked around as if she expected to see Luis again. Wait until she told Ethan of this encounter. Remembering something, she glanced at her watch.6:30. She needed to be at an appointment in half an hour.

Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald sat behind his desk at the police station. He was eating the rest of a sandwich while thinking about his encounter before he reported to work. The longer he tried to clear his mind of the beautiful blonde, the longer she stayed.

"Damn," he thought to himself.

He never expected to feel a connection to anyone, let alone a Crane. Her family was nothing but trouble. They were a group of people who didn't give a damn about anyone but themselves. But, still. He couldn't help how he felt. He shook his head. It was nothing more than a physical attraction. It wasn't as if their souls had connected. She was beautiful, but too rich for his own good.

For a second, he pictured himself in a relationship with the beautiful Sheridan Crane. But that was nonsense. She would use him and when she was done with him, would throw him away without a second thought or glance. She was a Crane, after all.

He had a lot on his mind. That was why it took him a while to hear Sam calling his name. Luis snapped out of his reverie and knew it was time to concentrate on word.

"What's wrong Luis?" Sam asked. "You seem a million miles away."

"Nothing's wrong, Sam."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. It's just...well, I had this minor problem before I came in. Someone ran into my car while backing out of a parking space. And you'll never guess who it was."

"Someone I know?"

"Sort of." Luis smiled.

"Well, who?"

"Sheridan Crane."

"A Crane. How'd it go?"

"Surprisingly well. I sort of lost my temper for a moment, though."

"Well, I'm sure she did something to deserve it. She is a Crane."

"That's just it, Sam. She didn't deserve it. The very first thing she did was apologize for what happened. But you know how I feel about that family. Anyway, it's over. I got through it all in one piece. If I see another Crane, it will be too soon."

"Luis," Sam said and paused as if he wasn't sure he wanted to go on. There was something Luis needed to know about Ms. Crane.

He didn't have to say anything. Before he could continue, Sheridan Crane walked into the station. Sam looked at his watch. It was 7:00. She was right on time.





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