Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
It wasn’t until this moment that I realized how much I really did miss him. I never let myself think about how lonely it was not having him around. It wouldn’t have been fair to keep him here to keep me company, but I sure do miss him.
They came down the concourse laughing, and joking with each other the way only the young can. Carefree with that lingering touch of innocence. That was my first image of her.
Head thrown back, a long fall of mahogany blonde colored hair hanging free, mouth opened as the most amazing laugh poured forth.
I felt those first stirrings in my body from just that one little glimpse and fought it back. For some inexplicable reason I became angry. At me, at her, this stranger I’d yet to meet.
I couldn’t for the life of me figure out what the hell was ailing me and there was no time to deal with it, because my son noticed me just then.
Maybe the anger came from my body’s reaction, or it could be because she was sharing that laugh with my son. “Dad!” my boy broke away from his friends and ran towards me. He looked about six.
It was good to see that some things never changed. We hugged and laughed together with none of that uneasiness that was so prevalent between parents and their kids these days.
“Welcome back son, it’s good to have you home.”
“It’s good to be back. Dad these are my friends. Jason, Andrew, Melissa, Lynette and Jonathan.”
“Pleased to meet you all, I hope you like it here.” That hadn’t come out too bad, for all that there was something large and uncomfortable suddenly lodged in my throat.
I did my best to keep my eyes from straying to her, Lynette. “You kids ready to get outta here? Let’s head out, it’s a long ride to the old homestead.” There was a loud snort at my announcement and I didn’t need to look to see who it was. My body alerted me all on its own.
Shit, I hope this malady didn’t last the whole time she was here. It promised to be a long ass summer if that was going to be the case.
I caught her scent as she passed by me and knew I was in trouble. It had been forever since a woman’s scent had moved me in such a way. Not since Janine.
It wasn’t the smell of perfume that I was smelling, but her natural essence. That scent that comes from the pores, that was part of who she was.
The pheromones a woman’s body gives off when she senses her mate. The question was; was it me that had brought that about, or had she stepped off the plane with that scent on her?
Of course it wasn’t you-you old fool. Look at all these young men she has to choose from, my boy included. Someone that looked like her probably had every buck in the county on her tail night and day. I’d fallen into a Soap Opera in the last five seconds.
I caught her looking at me while I was rounding up the luggage and my dick stood up and took notice. What was that look? She’s probably just a natural flirt Hawke.
One of those women who just loves to get a rise out of every male in the vicinity. Whatever she was, my mind was going to places I’d never have expected of myself. Not with a girl that young.
We piled into my truck after I stored their luggage in the bed and tied a few suitcases to the rack on top. As much as I tried I couldn’t keep myself from having my ears pricked for her voice in the running conversation in the backseat.
That scent, even with the windows down and the soft breeze that came through, reached me and kept me in a state of arousal that was growing uncomfortable to say the least.
My son was sitting next to me for crying out loud and here I was lusting after who I was sure was his girlfriend.
My boy is nice looking, he takes after his dad. And the other boys weren’t too bad either. She could belong to any one of them. The idea didn’t sit too well with me and I thought maybe I was coming down with something.
I haven’t had this strong a reaction to anyone in a long time. Back then it was just teenage hormones that made me crazy. Young love.
I had no excuse for it this time seeing as I was twice the age I had been the last time these feelings of lust and need overpowered me.
“Wow Garret, you live here? This place is amazing.” Of course she’d have to like my hometown, farther driving the nail into my coffin.
It wasn’t easy finding too many women who appreciated the wide-open spaces and lack of skyscrapers and shopping malls here. The awe in her voice told me she wasn’t just saying it either, and my mind went off on its own again. Hell!