Waiting For It
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“It’s just not natural. That’s all. None of my buddy’s parents go around sneaking off for quickies and lookin’ all lust-crazed,” Caleb teased, his green eyes dark and mischievous.
“Must have married the wrong person, then,” Jake drawled, taking a long swallow of his ice-cold beer. A gentle breeze stirred the surface of the water, blowing his black hair that held only a touch of gray at the temples. “Don’t ever get married till you’re ready, Caleb. When it’s the right woman, you’ll know, and you won’t be able to keep your eyes or your hands off of her. And not just for a week or a month, son, but for a lifetime.”
Caleb scratched his dark blue T-shirt covered chest, wincing at the thought of tying himself to one woman forever. “God help me,” the young man muttered, sounding completely appalled. “What if it’s in the blood?” He looked over his wide shoulders, catching a look at his mom through the same kitchen window, pondering at the strange connection his parents shared. “Damn,” he swore softly, “I might get struck as hard as you.”
Jake’s deep laugh filled the soft silence of the garden. “You’ll be a lucky bastard if you do. Trust me.”
His son looked back at him, not with the eyes of a boy, but with the sudden insight of a man. Jake’s heart twisted with pride.
“Is it worth it?” Caleb asked.
“It’s worth anything in the world, Cale. Anything in the world.”
About the author
Rhyannon Byrd is the wife of a Brit, lucky mother of two amazing children, and maid to a precocious beagle named Misha. In her seven years of marriage, she’s moved from California to England, and then back to California again (they forgot to tell her there’s no central heating in houses built 200 years ago) and finally to Florida, where she doesn’t have to worry about it getting cold. It’s been an exhausting existence, but in the past year she’s somehow managed to find the time to put pen to paper—or fingers to keyboard—and give life to the stories and characters she loves. That is, when she’s not threatening to kill her computer!
She graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Literature and Writing Studies, and while at school she spent most of her time writing papers on the psychoanalysis of medieval lit. Hmm…hardly a useful tool in modern day America, but hey, at least it taught her how to write. Now her days (and let’s face it, most nights) are filled with creating the erotic love stories she enjoys most; those about strong alpha heroes and the fascinating women who capture their hearts, keeping all that wicked wildness for their own. When not writing, Rhyannon loves watching football and F1 racing, reading, painting, and traveling—but most of all she loves her crazy, supportive, hellion-filled family.
Please visit Rhyannon’s website at www.rhyannonbyrd.com, and contact her at rhyannon@rhyannonbyrd.com. She loves to hear from readers.
Rhyannon welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at P.O. Box 787, Hudson, Ohio 44236-0787.