Wholeheartedly

As she took out her frustration on the kitchen implements,she didn’t notice Marco standing at the door with his shoulder propped against the frame…watching her. She opened the fridge and took out a jar of basil pesto. She was muttering to herself about how she could miraculously get an high paying job when she suddenly heard. “Hey.” Isla whirled around,her heart in her mouth and promptly dropped the pesto on the immaculate slate floor. In an instant,Marco was there,bending down to pick up the biggest glass pieces but the speckled green sauce was splattered everywhere… Her heart was still hammering as she looked down at his dark glossy head. She moved jerkily to help but gasped in sudden pain as a piece of glass lanced the underside of her bare foot. Marco stood and caught her expertly just as she was about to lose balance…before Isla knew it,he was lifting her bodily over the mess as if she weighed little more than a feather. He sat her down on top of the island in the middle of the ki