by Tracy Reed
I gave him the same smile he gave me. “Then, I guess I am that Alex.”
As soon as the flirting started, it ended. I saw him looking everywhere, but at me. Time to move on. I should have known this gorgeous man wasn’t interested in me. I’m going to hurt Taylor for leaving me with one of her castoffs.
“Excuse me, but I…”
He gently grabbed my hand. “Please…” I looked at my hand and then his face. Those incredible eyes, went from light to dark brown in a matter of seconds. A jolt hit my core and I almost fell down. “Please…don’t leave me alone.”
“What?”
He leaned in close and his aftershave traveled up my nose. He smelled like an expensive cigar that had been dipped in plums and cardamon. I took a deep breath tattooing his scent in my mind. “May I tell you a secret?”
He can say anything he wants as long as I can hear that voice. I swallowed hard. “Sure.”
“This really isn’t my thing.”
“Then why did you come?” He was still holding my hand. Part of me wanted him to let go before he realized how sweaty it was. The other part of me didn’t ever want him to let it go. I looked down at my hand and back at him and he released my hand.
“I’m trying to be more outgoing. Meet new people.”
“And how’s that working out for you?” I asked with just enough sarcasm to be cute.
“I met one person so far,” he joked.
“Uh-huh. Excuse me.” I started walking away and he grabbed my wrist.
“I’m sorry, how long have you known Taylor?”
“She’s my cousin, and you?”
“We dated briefly.”
“Really?” I turned to face him.
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m sorry, you just don’t seem like her type.” He looked across at Taylor and junior.
“I don’t?”
“Did you know, when a woman meets a man, she can size him up in a matter of seconds.”
“Really? Let’s get a drink, while you explain women to me.” He gently placed his hand on the small of my back and my body temperature tripled.
God, please let there be something wrong with him.
“What would you like?” he asked.
“A mineral water with lime.”
“We’ll both have mineral water. Thank you.” He turned toward me and it felt like he was looking into my soul. I heard someone say, you know you’ve met the person you’re supposed to be with when you look into their eyes and see all the generations you’ll create. When I looked into his eyes, I saw our great grandchildren several times over. “You were saying?”
“It’s simple. When a woman meets an attractive man, within thirty seconds, or less, she’s picked out their china pattern, placed him at the altar, and given birth to their first child.” The bartender placed my drink on the bar and nodded his head in agreement with me. “Thank you.” I took a sip and continued. “He, on the other hand is just hoping she’ll say hello.”
“Thank you.” He said to the bartender and took a sip of his drink. “Taylor doesn’t strike me as that type.”
“Taylor is the rule with a little exception. She can sum up if you’re too old.”
“Too old?” He looked surprised.
“Yeah, that’s probably why it didn’t work out between you two. She kind of has this thing for younger men.” As soon as the words left my mouth, it hit me like a ton of bricks. Not only did I just betray my cousin, I just betrayed my sex and called him old. He looked at me and slowly turned his lips up into the most beautiful smile.
“Your insight is enlightening. However, I don’t think that’s why we stopped dating.”
“Trust me.”
“And here I thought it had to do with my wife.”
“Your wife?”
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
About the Author
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Generational Curse
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