Page 66 of The Boyfriend Material Novellas

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REID

That night

That part about feeling like a kid in a sweet shop?

That’s nothing compared to a man waiting for a date with the woman he can’t get out of his head.

I never believed inthe one who got awaytill I met her.

Till Ilether get away.

I had my reasons at the time.

They made sense in my head.

And I knew, too, in my heart that we weren’t a possibility. There was too much between us then.

Now?

I’m determined to make sure the woman I’ve been searching for doesn’t slip through my fingers.

As I wait at the restaurant, I adjust my tie, then smooth my hands down the front of my trousers. I grab my whiskey and knock back a thirsty gulp, then I look at the time again.

Time.

The thing that mocked me three years ago.

Now, my life is different.

The question is . . . will hers be?

The door opens.

I turn around. My heart skips all its beats.

She walks in, looking as innocent and as seductive as she did three years ago along the River Seine.

Those freckles.

Her eyes.

Her curves.

And what’s that?

A hint of a pink bra strap.

I groan.

She walks over to me. “Good evening.”

I say nothing.

I made a promise to myself that if I had the good fortune to see her again, I’d do something else first.

Something that made me lose my mind for her.

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