Path to Passion

by Nana Prah

  Was he going to make a speech? Her face went hot as she tugged at his arm to pull him back. She wouldn’t be able to withstand the mortification if he announced their issues in front of everyone. And, besides, she had chosen him.

  Marrying him soon was out of the question when they still had a lot to learn about each other, but the fact that he wanted to have her as his wife one day made her feel as if heaven had come to earth.

  Kiwi smiled and nodded at Miguel before giving the DJ a thumbs-up. A moment later, the song changed. Tanya recognized it with a few notes. She lost it when Kiwi started singing. Tears streamed down her cheeks. He’d remembered.

  Kiwi handed him the microphone during the chorus. In his rough voice, he sang the lyrics to her favorite Mary J. Blige song about being devoted to another and their relationship being strong. Back in college, it had reminded her of what she’d wanted with Miguel, and she’d played it over and over again even though everyone complained. The lyrics had spoken to her, deep inside her soul. What she wouldn’t have given to have him return her feelings because she’d loved him so much.

  She snatched the microphone from him and flung it back to Kiwi, not only to save the crowd from his horrible singing, but to jump onto him screaming, “Yes, Miguel. Yes.”

  It took him a surprised moment to understand the meaning of her response, and then he kissed her hard while twirling them around.

  What had she almost given up because she’d thought herself inadequate for him? Her heart. Her destiny.

  “I love you so much,” she said as joy overflowed. The crowd cheered as Kiwi continued to sing the song that would always be theirs.

  He settled her on her feet, released the ring box from her hand and took out the exquisite piece of jewelry. At that point, even if he’d given her a rubber arm bracelet, she would’ve thought it was perfect.

  Grinning down at her, he mouthed as he slid the ring onto her finger, “Equals?”

  She nodded with the biggest smile. “Forever.”

  Epilogue

  “Are you sure you want to sell the club?” Miguel asked as they went through the contract together in his living room. “To Broderick, of all people?” The twitch in his jaw had never gone away when her ex-husband’s name came up. The day Miguel and Broderick had met, she’d been sure Miguel’s jaw would be permanently clenched by the time the encounter ended.

  Even after six months of basically living with him because they hated being apart, she still couldn’t believe he was hers. She nodded. “More than ready. Broderick can handle the place, especially since we’re getting a hefty profit from the sale. We’ve done what we set out to do and made Fervor number one. I’m ready to branch out and do something I’ve wanted to do for a while now.”

  Miguel grinned. “Expand your restaurant like you’ve talked about.”

  “Yes. I can’t believe you let Broderick have the name ‘Fervor.’”

  He laughed. “We can’t snatch the brand away from him. Besides, the process of you coming up with a new name for your restaurant will give me an endless amount of amusement.”

  She slapped his shoulder. “Ha-ha. You’re one funny man, Mr. Astacio.”

  “I like to think so.”

  “But there’s another reason I’m ready to sell the club.”

  “What’s that?”

  She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “So I can help plan our wedding. I’m not fool enough to think I can’t do it without a wedding planner. I’m ready to marry the most incredible, generous, caring, loving, fantastic lover in the—”

  Once her words seemed to register, Miguel leaped up and landed on top of her, smothering her with kisses all over her face. And then he slowed down with a sultry passion-filled kiss before coming up for air. “When?”

  Holding his face between her hands, she would rather have continued the journey of the kiss. “Is six months too soon?”

  He turned his head and rubbed his lips on her palm. “Not soon enough for me. If you said tomorrow I’d be game.”

  She laughed. “And disallow the world from witnessing the wedding of the Executive Public Relations Officer of Astacio Enterprises? Never.” She was immensely proud of him. Not only did he work the hell out of his new position, but because he was so exceptional at marketing, his father insisted he maintain the one as marketing director. And he still made time to pamper her. She’d be marrying an amazing man and she’d never forget it.

  “Tomorrow is soon enough to start planning.” He bent and nibbled her neck, making her moan and hold him closer. “Tonight I want to celebrate the fact that I’m marrying the woman I have and always will love.”

  * * * * *

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  Unconditionally Mine

  by Nadine Gonzalez

  Chapter 1

  Sofia cupped the bottle of Dom Pérignon and released the cork. Pop! She poured the overflow into a glass and took a sip. Like water into sand. When was the last time I’d opened a bottle and had some non-work-related fun, she wondered. Short answer: her engagement party. But that didn’t count. The formal event had been organized at her mother’s request. And since that night, over a year ago, life had gone stale. No joy, no fizz, no pop.

  This, however, was no time for a pity party. Sofia had an actual party—cocktails and hors d’oeuvres for fifty—to wrap up. Real life was work. Whoever promised her fizz and pop, anyway?

  Sofia rested her champagne glass on the counter—a treat for later—took a deep breath and handed out her orders. “Melissa, please set up the champagne flutes... Ericka, where’s the box with the trays?”

  The kitchen door creaked open. Expecting one of the waiters, she frowned at the guest peering in. Ground zero—in this case, a French country kitchen in the host’s Coral Gables home—was a madhouse. Guests weren’t welcome. And this guest... Jesus! He was two hundred pounds of muscle beautifully packaged in a heather-gray suit. She took in his toasty brown skin and intelligent brown eyes, and cleared her throat. “May I help you?”

  “Some water...please.”

  “Melissa, get this gentleman a glass of water.”

  “A bottle, if you have it.”

  Melissa held open the refrigerator door. “Would you prefer sparkling or flat?”

  “Flat.”

  “Spring or—”

  “Melis
sa, please!” Sofia cried. The man shouldn’t have to answer a quiz.

  Melissa handed him a small FIJI bottle. “Here you go.” She smiled shyly.

  He smiled too, but there was nothing shy about it. Sofia stiffened. She felt the oddest sensation, the turn of a dial.

  But with Watergate resolved and the guest gone, she focused on the task at hand. “Guys, the toast is in five minutes. Let’s go!”

  Melissa lined up a row of champagne flutes, giggling as she worked. “That guy was so hot I nearly fell on my face.”

  Ericka piled a dozen silver trays on the counter. “I thought you were only into pretty boys.”

  “Comes a time in every woman’s life to forget the boys and find a man,” Melissa said.

  “You’re a woman now?” Ericka asked.

  Valid question. Melissa was only nineteen and looked even younger. But now was not the time to delve into it.

  “Quiet!” Sofia snapped. “I need to focus.”

  Everybody fell silent. She took a breath and started pouring from the bottle of Dom. The host, a hotshot Miami lawyer, was throwing this party for his firm. This wasn’t the usual office party fare. Normally, they’d serve coconut shrimp and California sparkling wine. This event was all about grilled scallops, crab cakes, smoked salmon topped with caviar, top-shelf liquor and fine champagne. For that reason, she’d taken on the task of filling the glasses herself—not that she was any good at it. It required steady hands, and she was anything but calm.

  “Can I help?”

  Damn! The words were spoken so close to her ear, she jumped and nearly spilled two hundred dollars’ worth of champagne down her shirt. Him again! What was he doing back in the kitchen? She straightened up to better confront him. His eyes had flecks of gold. One sip of champagne would do that to you; make you see all the sparkle in the world.

  She clutched the bottle to her chest. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

  He slipped off his suit jacket, revealing a gorgeous garnet lining, and draped it over a chair. Sofia’s mother owned a fabric shop and Sofia had her eye for quality.

  “Don’t worry,” he said. “I used to be a waiter.”

  So what? Hadn’t everyone?

  Over her protests, he confiscated the bottle of champagne. Then she watched as he expertly poured eight glasses with a sure hand, not spilling one precious drop. Those brown hands...the nails were clean and clipped, but there was no mistaking them for the hands of a gentleman. If he applied even the slightest pressure, the thick green bottle might shatter.

  “How many glasses do you need me to fill?” he asked.

  “I don’t need you to do anything,” Sofia replied. “I’d love for you to join the party and enjoy your evening.”

  She couldn’t drop the show of indignation. She had employees to impress. He glanced up at her. Brown eyes like rum swirling into a glass.

  “Fifty,” she said. “Plus an extra ten. You never know.”

  “Well, line ’em up.”

  Melissa handed him bottle after bottle. Ericka loaded up the trays. Sofia stood to the side, watching her team and this stranger work quietly and efficiently together. The door swung open again. A young guy, a lawyer-in-the-making type, poked his head in. “What are you doing in here? Everyone’s looking for you.”

  “Okay,” he said. “I’m done!”

  Sofia inspected his work. All sixty champagne flutes were filled to equal height, ready to go. He reached for his jacket. On his way out, he turned to her and said pointedly, “You’re welcome.”

  She shrugged. He wasn’t worth sparring with—because for sure she’d lose. Her staff, though, cheered the unlikely hero.

  “Give me a break!” Sofia groaned. “He poured champagne!”

  “But he did it with style!” Melissa declared.

  “Let’s stay on schedule,” Sofia said. “Ericka, have the waiters serve the host and the guest of honor first.”

  Her troops went out and returned with news. “You won’t believe it! Mr. I-Used-To-Be-A-Waiter? He’s the guest of honor. He’s out there giving a speech. This party is for him.”

  Sofia popped a crab cake in her mouth. Interesting. He must have been nervous and slumming in the kitchen was his way to take the edge off.

  “That’s so cool, don’t you think?” Melissa said.

  There was no time to think. The kitchen door swung open again and this time a woman burst in. She was stunning with a caramel complexion and cheekbones that ought to be insured, but her features were distorted. Tears streaming down her cheeks made tar of her mascara. “I need a drink! Give me something, anything.”

  Sofia braced herself. What roller-coaster ride was this?

  Melissa offered her a bottle of water. The woman huffed. “Do I look like I need water?”

  Sofia sent her employees away and took over. She grabbed a bottle of Patrón and a couple of glasses and guided the woman to a table by the kitchen’s fantastic bay windows. She poured generously and began her usual speech to calm unruly party guests. “I don’t know you or what you’re going through—”

  “I’ll tell you.”

  Oh, boy.

  “He was only supposed to be with us a few weeks!” Her Brazilian accent produced petal-soft o’s and u’s. “I thought, why not have a little fun?”

  Sofia knew instinctively who he was. She spotted him through the window out by the pool, sipping from a glass of champagne that he’d poured. He looked radiant in the fading September sun. His dark hair was cut short, barely visible, and it didn’t matter because his thick brows framed his face beautifully. But that was neither here nor there.

  “I should’ve known they were going to recruit him. They all love him at the firm. He has a nickname and everything.”

  “What’s the nickname?”

  “What?” the woman asked.

  Sofia flushed. “Never mind.”

  “The Gun.”

  Sofia poured some tequila for herself and wondered how he might’ve earned it. It couldn’t have been looks alone.

  The woman read her mind. “He’s that good.”

  Okay, then.

  “They asked him to stay and he said yes. Things were great between us. We had this amazing connection, so I figured—”

  “You figured wrong.” Sofia didn’t need GPS to figure out where this story was heading.

  The woman slammed her glass on the marble-top table. Tequila flew everywhere.

  Sofia reached for a napkin and wiped up the mess. The hostess was really fond of her antique furniture.

  “I’ve seen him.” Sofia pointed out the window, but “The Gun” was no longer out there. “The man is a shot of rum and he went straight to your head. But you can’t afford to fall apart like this. You work with these people, and you’ll have to face them all on Monday. Mess up and I promise you the catty bitches out there won’t ever let you live it down. And I’m not talking about the women.”

  Sofia assumed the silence that followed her little speech was a well-earned response. Then it stretched out a beat too long and something in the way the woman gripped her glass warned her that they were no longer alone.

  How much had he heard?

  The woman rose from the table, brushed tequila droplets off her dress and strode out of the kitchen without uttering a word.

  Sofia sat with her back to the door and didn’t move until she heard it creak shut and she was certain he was gone. When you thought about it, she’d done him a favor—a big one. Life had a way of leveling the score.

  So, Mr. Gun...you’re welcome.

  Copyright © 2018 by Nadine Seide

  ISBN-13: 9781488081910

  Path to Passion

  Copyright © 2018 by Nana Araba Prah

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