Présentation de l'éditeur
Excerpt from Chapter One
Darcy Evans pulled her front door open and let her eyes rake over the handsome blond haired man leaning against the door frame. Her heart seemed to bounce around in her rib cage and her loneliness dissolved instantly. His brilliant blue eyes sparkled down at her as a slow smile showed off that cute dimple on his left cheek. Perfect white teeth peeked out from behind the sensuous lips that played a starring role in many of her fantasies.
She smiled back, soaking in his presence. It was pathetic how much she'd missed him this past week. She should have gone out for drinks with her friends or something. Anything that would signify that she actually had a life outside of the kitchen and this incredible, seductive man.
He pulled a bouquet of pink flowers from behind his back.
He remembered! Oh yes, he really was perfect. Her own father couldn't be bothered to remember the day his daughter was born, but Aiden...Aiden came from a family that celebrated important events.
“Thank you!” She accepted the bouquet and cuddled the flowers to her chest. Lilies. She inhaled deeply, letting the intoxicatingly sweet scent wash over her. He stepped across the threshold, looking every bit the successful surgeon in his coal gray suit, and she raised her cheek for his kiss.
Aiden Sinclair had been her friend since they'd shared a wall two apartments ago. They'd been lovers for the last three blissful months and for the past week he'd been in Houston for a medical conference. Even though he'd called her throughout the week, there was nothing quite like being in his arms, feeling his touch, his kiss.
He strode into her living room and she followed, admiring his easy movements. Some men would look restricted, uptight in a suit...but not him. His long legs gave him a sexy swagger. Sometimes she envisioned him as a heart stealing, treasure plundering pirate...maybe he was in a past life.
As usual, he looked completely at home and that familiar fantasy took over...the one where he came home to her every night. She could see him standing in the foyer, flipping through mail, or shaving, first thing in the morning. It was a dangerous fantasy, one that would be so easy to wish for. But she had no business wishing for such things, they'd only been together for three months... and four days, but who was counting?
She was counting.