Devin's
gray eyes lingered a little too long on the black dress Charlie
had labeled tasteful. His gaze moved upward to settle in the
hollow of her neck, right in the place he used to kiss. He sipped
his wine, cleared his throat, and drank in his fill. Lifting
his glass to toast, he broke the silence. "Why, little
Charlie Canfield, you've grown into one stunning woman."
Charlie wanted to say, "And you've grown into the man I'd
always known you would be: drop-dead gorgeous." Instead
she smiled tightly and said, "Thanks that's nice of you
to say that, but you were always a charmer."
"I've always meant every word. This isn't the first time
I've told you you were beautiful." his wide smile made
two dimples appear.
Since when had he become so smooth? Charlie's stomach knotted
into a double loop. She couldn't say a word if she wanted to.
Devin's voice brought her back to earth. "So what you been
up to?"
.
. . At a loss for words, Charlie stared into his soft gray eyes.
What she saw in their depths forced her to look away. Had time
also made Devin forget the reality of the situation? It hadn't
been her choice to break up - he was the one who'd dumped her.
That summer they'd gone their separate ways, she to a job in
her home town, Mount Vernon, New York, and Devin to life-guarding
in Cape Cod. Of course he'd promised to call and write, but
that never happened. At the end of that summer, when her pregnancy
had been confirmed, she'd been left with little choice but to
marry Tarik Connors. |
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